dreamin’ right along…

#28 & #29 – 1″ Life Sampler

I loved riding my bicycle when I was young (unfortunately, it didn’t have a cute basket on the front for fresh bread and roses, nor did it have one on the back for fresh flowers).

I remember that first ‘ride’ without my training wheels.  I was at my grandparents (the C’s).  With an ever-so-slight downhill grade at the head of their driveway, I was able to take off.  Oh my!…I had dreamed of it for so long and when it finally came, what freedom it gave.

I really think that I’ve always been a dreamer.  Honestly, I generally don’t even ever mind when I don’t see my dreams come to fruition…but, PLEASE just let me DREAM .

I have had dreams when the downhill grade seemed so steep it frightened me and others that were an uphill battle.

Each dream that comes to a realization (possibly through blood, sweat and tears) brings such joy.

It used to stress Mr T out GREATLY when I would dream {out loud}.  I know that it was partly because he could always see the $ signs that were attached to my dreams…but, I think that he also struggled with the fact that he really does enjoy giving me the things that I want.  He seems to have finally learned that just because I talk about a dream doesn’t mean that I’ll be too disappointed if I don’t see it happen.

Guess what?  Now he even dreams my dreams right along with me.    🙂