I don’t know how it happened. It was like some backwards form of deja vu. Like somehow I was back in the dream I had yesterday about talking to dear baby Carter about the value of time again 24 hours later. Impossible.
Yet that itself is nothing compared to what happened next. There we were again, right about when I was finishing my passionate monologue on living in the moment. Ironically that’s the moment my (albeit dream) world turned upside down.
He reached out and pet my fur like he understood. Then it happened. “Thank you, doggie,” I heard him say. I know it’s impossible, but these are the things that happen in dreams. Three simple words, but to me it meant the world. Even if they only happened in a dream. And how dynamic to have it be words of gratitude that for me were akin to words of joy.
It was a reminder yet again of how quickly things change. At 10 months old, he does indeed say doggie on occasion (it was even his first official word). And with how mom works with him and his vocabulary, I’m sure it isn’t that far fetched to think perhaps he will be saying such a thing to me in the not so distant future.
It reminds me of the wise words of author Sarah Ban Breathnach who said “The world needs dreamers and the world needs doers. But above all, the world needs dreamers who do.”
I don’t know how two dreams like this happen back to back like this. But this is one of those things I’m not asking questions. Instead I’m sitting back to enjoy the emotional ride. Not only because it’s a good one, but because that means I’m practicing what I preach. Living in the moment is sometimes surreal, but there is life in anything we breathe life into.