“Shhh…don’t tell me until after you eat breakfast, or it won’t come true.”

This was Kevin’s response every time I woke him up saying, “I had the CRAZIEST dream last night!”

I have no clue where he came up with this little snippet of superstition. He didn’t really know, either, which led me to suspect he made it up so he could grab a few more precious minutes of sleep.

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you’re fast asleep.
In dreams, you will lose your heartache,
Whatever you wish for, you keep…

He was here last night. In my dreams. Sometimes when he comes, it all makes sense but sometimes it’s so jumbled and the scenes move so quickly and I can’t quite catch what’s going on, but it doesn’t matter because Kevin is here, with me, and we’re together again and in my dream, I forget that he can’t stay.

I asked him, “Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” And I was a little weepy, a bit hysterical; Beary was so heavy as I carried her and traipsed through some waiting room that seemed familiar but not really; everything was turned around.

And he leaned close and his breath brushed my cheek. “I’m sorry, Baby Doll – I had to move when they started shifting things around.”

Then he took Beary from my arms and settled onto the bus with her and she snuggled up to him and said, “I’m glad we found you, Daddy!”

I squeezed in close on the seat to those two pieces that make up my heart. I closed my eyes and tried to doze – it seemed like we were taking such a long trip – but the bus engine rumbled so loudly, I couldn’t sleep…

I opened my eyes.

It wasn’t the bus. It was Katje, loudly purring into my face, trying to wake me up.

She reached out a paw, her claws grazing my cheek as she chased the tears that started to slide down my cheek to the pillow.

My girl rolled over, stretched her lazy Daddy-stretch, and smiled a sleepy smile. She snuggled in close to me, then closed her eyes for those last few precious minutes of sleep. “I had a dream about…” she started to mumble.

“Shhh…” I interrupted her. “Don’t tell me until after breakfast or it won’t come true.”

No matter how your heart is grieving,
If you keep on believing…
the dream that you wish will come true

“A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes”, written and composed by Mack David, Al Hoffman and Jerry Livingston for the Walt Disney film Cinderella (1950).


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