Man, don't you just hate it when you're having the sweetest dream
and you just want it to go on forever,
and you kind of maybe even know it's a dream,
but you won't let yourself be talked out of the moment
and then....
the alarm clock goes off and ruins everything.
That was my morning.
Started off so wonderful...
a dream of the past,
but one that I could still see as clear in my mind as yesterday.
I could see that dimpled grin
and hear that little high-pitched voice.
Then I had to go and wake up.
Funny how your mind and heart never let you
forget all the little details of your precious memories.
I thought about that dream all day.
I found the picture that's been on my mind -
that age, those little baby teeth, that sweet face
that I could so plainly touch and feel early this morning.
My better half said it perfectly
when I told him about it-
"Lucky...that's the best kind of dream there is."
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