Dream me a little dream…

The nightmares have begun. They usually do around this time of year. I’ve had two nightmares so far about Eliza. They’re always about Eliza. In each dream, I’m doing something and turn to find myself surprised that Eliza is there with me. Soon after, she’s either taken from me, leaves me or is in danger of being taken from me. Thankfully, each dream ends with her being returned safely to me or with me finding her or the danger going away… or all three.

I’ve sure it’s some weird psychological thing having to do with her upcoming birthday.

Nearly five years ago, we were done celebrating Mike’s birthday and anticipating Josh’s as the next birthday in the family. I wasn’t feeling well, but I never felt well during a pregnancy. We were all more than a little surprised that she arrived within a week.

And I know that if my dreams were a reflection of reality, it would be me fading away, drifting from those I love. But they aren’t reality. They’re my perception of reality, and one of the things I remember about those first few days was my fear of something being wrong with Eliza.

Blessedly, the dreams end like both true reality and my reality… we get to keep her, and she’s fine. The dreams are pretty horrid while they’re happening, but they are reminders of how blessed we are to have her.

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