I keep dreaming of babies. Oddly, I most often dream that I am the one having a baby. The night before last though I dreamt of E & J here with Mark. He is not even here yet and he still keeps showing up to say hello.
My favorite dream of him thus far: I am working in my front flower bed. It is warm and sunny and just perfect out and I have this sense of completeness and well-being. There is a 5 gallon pail near my feet and I am trimming spent flowers and branches and putting them in the pail. There is someone else there but I can not see who it is. I cut a perfect daisy and turn slightly to hand it to the person behind me, who I still can not see. The fragrance of the blossom is so clear. Then a fat little hand reaches out to take the flower from my hand – and the moment when both our hands were on the stem freezes in my mind. There may have been more to the dream, but that ended my memory of it. I don’t often remember exact details of dreams, but I recall every moment of that one.
