I dreamed of you.
You were outside with your big brother working on your skateboards. I walked outside and saw the two of you. Your brother was sitting on the ground with a skateboard and you were standing with your foot poised on your board.
I asked, "Andrew, are you going to skate?"
You replied, "Yes."
Then you came into the house, pale faced and pained.
"I want to, but my head hurts."
I wrapped you in my arms and began to pray for you. I held you tight and then I began to shake.
The shaking woke me up with a start.
I got out of bed and walked through our dark house.
Knowing another morning that you are not here.
It was only a dream.
Knowing that you ARE healed and you CAN skate again!
Just like you dreamed.
And when we hugged, it felt so real.
13 on Sunday!
This beautiful flower arrangement came unexpectedly today from one mother to another in remembrance of Andrew's birthday, which is April 25. I cried good tears.
The Willow Tree figure is from Brandi. She sent it weeks ago after I wrote about the Boot Strap award. I cried good tears.
I have come to truly understand that both laughter and tears are a gift. And they often coincide! And that, too, is a gift.