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“Grandpa, when did you fall in love with Grandma?” His grandson asked one day.

His grandpa thought before he answered…for that was Grandpa’s way.

“Falling in love with your grandma was was easy” 

as he spoke these words Grandpa beamed.

“You see I have always believed and trusted in the power of my dreams.”

“I grew up with a dreamcatcher in my room, just like you, given to me by my dad.

That dreamcatcher allows the good dreams in and filters out the bad.”

“With only good dreams coming through…and all the bad dreams blurred

while I sleep each night it allows the whispers of my ancestors to be heard.”

“I didn’t know it at the time…

but the dream of your grandma was being set

by the whispers of my ancestors…created long before we met.”

“I was always taught that my ancestors set my dreams…

but I must do my part

for the only way to catch a dream…is with an open heart.”

“I’m blessed my ancestors guided me to your grandma…

for she and I were meant to be…

and I’m just as blessed her ancestors guided her to me.”

Grandpas face lit up as he watched Grandma walk into the room…

“But our story doesn’t end there.” He said. “as you might presume.”

Dreaming with our eyes closed allows the whispers of our ancestors 

to become our guide…

but it’s up to us to live our dreams.” He smiled at Grandma…

”with our heart and eyes open wide.