It was a good dream so I thought I’d write it down. I think I dreamed it because of the 2 little girls that sat in front of us in church on Saturday night. I watched them and thought about Karen and Christy at that age and how I missed having them around.
In my dream I was watching a video tape. I turned it over to watch the other side (which you don’t do with video but it made sense in the dream) and found it was tape of little Karen and Christy that I didn’t know I had. I had discovered a new tape of them. Through the wonder of dreaming I wasn’t watching them any more but I was there with them. I don’t remember what games we were playing but I was there as a 60-year-old playing with my daughters again and realizing that I had stepped back in time to re-live one more precious moment with them. In effect, my wish from church was granted. I wasn’t missing them—I was with them.
I gradually came to the realization that it was time for me to leave. I hugged them, kissing each on the forehead and saying “I love you.” That part of the dream was so real that I could smell their hair when I kissed them. I woke up just after kissing Christy—with poignant tears in my eyes.
It was a nice dream.
Today was our pre-cana Sunday. Once again it fell on a gorgeous day and we were cooped up inside all day. We believe the sacrifice is worth it. It was a good group of engaged and the day went well.
Yesterday, Penny and I celebrated our Valentines day. We lunched at Harbordocks and had wine and cheese for dinner.
Tomorrow I will see brother Lou. His luggage is still lost so he needs to go to the bus station to put a tracer on his bag. I’m going to provide transportation and we’ll do lunch, too. The Church has given him some clothes and he says he’s doing OK.
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