Secrets and Dreams.

Just settling into the groove of the school year and stumbled on this group of photos from 2007. Made me feel very emotional and reflective.

I woke up early this morning in tears, literally, in my bed, in tears waking up from a dream. Does that ever happen to you? It happens to me a few times a year. It was the beginning of a really good cry, and I woke up wanting to let it all out and cry big. This morning as I was waking up like this, I reached over, gently so I wouldn't wake him up if he was there, to find out if Tony was up and out yet. When I didn't find him there, I was relieved to know that I could go ahead and get my cry on privately. But then at the same moment, I also realized that I had been dreaming and that there wasn't really any point to it. So I collected myself and held it in. The dream? It was my dad and a group of strangers telling me to stay where I was, and that he had to go. That's all I remember, "stay there Mel, I gotta go now." So ridiculous, I know. But even thinking about the ridiculousness of it now I want to scream and wail! Ahhhhh!

What does it mean? I can't say. What do any of our dreams mean? If you know anything at all about me, read into it what you will. That's probably what I am reading into it too. You know, old stuff that someone my age has no reason for carrying around anymore. If you don't know me, you can surely relate to old pain that never goes away. Don't have any idea what the strangers were there for. Whatever, gettin' over it now. Moving on.

All my babies are in school and I miss them so DANG much! What the heck is wrong with me? My friend Kim picked up my kids to take them to school yesterday and she said something about me drinking a mimosa. I don't even know what a mimosa is! Maybe I should go find one?

It was the first day of my bible study this morning. This year it's Ezekiel. Wild stuff. One more hour and I can go get my little Eva.