I had a weird dream last night...
in my dream I was waiting in a doctor's office,
waiting to go into labor...
labor as in childbirth...
yeah, it was more of a nightmare.
The nurse called out my name,
and I stood up and followed her
because it was my turn to go into labor.
I wasn't pregnant, just sitting in a waiting room being
scared to death and fearing the unavoidable pain.
well, imagine my relief when I woke up and...
YES! it was all just a dream.
I’ve had dreams like that before. I’m sure you probably have too.
Dreams that shake me up so bad that in the morning when
I wake I can’t describe the relief I feel realizing it was all just a dream.
Then, throughout that whole day I tend to appreciate the little things,
the normal, everyday things.
I think the days that are normal, boring,
with nothing going on, and when no one calls are so underrated.
I have been enjoying several of those days this past week.
Dean and I didn’t get a chance to see most of you over the Holidays.
We hope to venture out soon and say hi to everyone.
I don’t even know where to begin to catch my blog up to speed.
But I will…eventually.
In the meantime, I love reading your blogs;
and I also check in once in a while to this blog.
Remember to enjoy the ordinary, the common, the quiet.