A Gift

Last night I dreamt I was sitting in a chair outside in a yard that I did not recognize. The door opened and a 3 year old walked out the door right up to me. My first son, with his chubby, chubby cheeks, sad big brown eyes and straight light brown hair came close.  He stood there as I held his beautiful face, I pushed his hair back then kissed big smooches on his mushy cheeks. I could smell his sweet scent, a mix of baby shampoo, a hint of breakfast and a little touch of dirt.  I woke crying from the sweet love I felt. 

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  1. Notes From ABroadFebruary 3, 2018 at 1:07 PM

    Oh to be able to go back just for a moment now and then to visit loved ones as they were in the past and especially if they are no longer with us.

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  2. Marie SmithFebruary 3, 2018 at 1:52 PM

    Innocence! Such a sweet dream. linda. Capture the essence of it in your memory although I imagine it is already there!

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  3. Debra She Who SeeksFebruary 3, 2018 at 7:13 PM

    A beautiful snippet of a dream!

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  4. SabineFebruary 4, 2018 at 3:04 AM

    Our children never leave us no matter how far away they go. What a beautiful dream.

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  5. MarthaFebruary 4, 2018 at 10:33 AM

    Sweet innocence. If only we could go back for a few moments to see our children as babies again.

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  6. BillFebruary 4, 2018 at 1:14 PM

    Beautiful dreams bring along beautiful memories which are never too far away.

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  7. JeanieFebruary 4, 2018 at 1:45 PM

    Oh, what a wonderful dream...

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  8. Margaret (Peggy or Peg too)February 5, 2018 at 5:28 AM

    beautiful dream. I would want to go back to sleep to see if I could catch more. :-)

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