When I was able to sleep for long stretches of time, I would have lovely dreams. They were full of adventures and symbolism. I would have time to look up what some dreams meant and dwell on them if I remembered the dreams.
Now I hardly ever remember my dreams. I am awaken at night by my two-year old. Sometimes the kids wake up earlier than my alarm clock. Or I go to sleep so late that I have to press the snooze button so many times that we have to rush out of here in the morning for school drop off.
But when I think about it, I am living a dream now. There was a time when I couldn’t imagine being a wife and mother. It seemed so far and unattainable. Having a family of my own has been so significant to me. We don’t have much in possessions, but there is a whole lot of love here.
Do you remember your dreams? Are you living your dream?