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It’s funny how when we become parents…we never really know

how much the dreams we dream for our children 

will change as our children grow.

Because as they grow…those dreams we had…we quietly erase them

as we allow the dreams they have…to gradually replace them.

Our dreams become more diverse…

as older parents our dreams are a little more sappy.

We dream for them to be accepting and generous people…

who are loving, kind and happy.

We reach a point where we can’t remember our earlier dreams

or the exact moment our dreams faded as their dreams came to be…

but we smile as they reach for their dreams…

proud of the people they’ve grown up to be.

And we think how even though they are not living our initial dreams

(How many children do?)

just knowing they are living their dream

has made our dreams come true.

They were married many years ago..

and since that day have hardly ever been apart…

They like to think of their life together…as a living work of art.

They have always shared their laughter 

their tears, their hopes…

their fears their dreams…their stress…

and often feel extremely blessed…

for a love so effortless.

They think of all the joys they’ve shared…

all the storms they’ve had to weather…

and how lucky they have been…

to grow up…

and grow old…together.

They’ve raised a family…they’ve seen their children grow,

their grandchildren they’ve doted on…

these days they sit back and wonder…

where all the time has gone.

But these days they are also happy….

reliving every moment, 

every hope and dream they can…

from the dream they made only yesterday…

all the way back…

to when and where their dreams began.

She woke this morning confused…feeling both happy…and sad

unable to remember the dream, last night, she had.

She tried and tried to recall her dream…desperately trying to seek

the reason for the smile on her face…and the tear upon her cheek.

She closed her eyes… was the dream about her mom?

Was that her dream of choice?

Did she dream about her smile, her touch…or the tenderness of her voice?

If not her mom…she thought…did she dream about her dad?

About that time he took her to the beach and all the fun they had?

Or did both her parents enter her dream…a time when they were alive…

Holding hands…laughing…healthy…at their peak? 

And is the fact that they are no longer here 

what caused that tear upon her cheek?

Was her dream about a friend or other family member…

Someone else who was or would be hard to lose?

But as hard as she tried she couldn’t remember…

there were so many friends and family from whom to choose.

Did she dream about her guardian angel?

(here she realized she didn’t even know her name)

Perhaps she came to see how she was feeling…then left as silently as she came?

And then a thought occurred to her…and she began to beam…

Maybe there’s a reason…she couldn’t remember her dream.

Perhaps the reason…yes…by now she had no doubt…

was meant to make her think of all the people she might have dreamed about.

What a wonderful way to start the day she thought…for heaven’s sake!

thinking about all the people who might have whispered her awake.

So she began the day filled with joy and happiness…

knowing throughout the day she’d be happy too seek

all the different reasons for the smiles on her face…

and the tears upon her cheek.

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I’m not only grateful today

but I’ve been forever pleased

That my dreams have been the source 

of so many of my memories

Today I’m grateful how I’ve been blessed throughout my life

to my utter surprise and pure delight…

how the hopes and wishes I make during the day

are the same ones that guide my dreams at night

May we be blessed in life to live the kind of life

with compassion, kindness and pride.. 

where our heart always leads us where we want to go

and our dreams come along for the ride

The the funny thing about dreams is…

When you stop and look at the person you came to be….

you wonder…have I chosen this dream…or has this dream chosen me?

I had big dreams when I was young…of who I might grow up to be…

A doctor, an astronaut, a famous singer or athlete…with fans running after me.

Any of these professions, I’m sure, would have taken me very far…

I’d be rich, I’d live in a big house, wear expensive clothes and drive a fancy car.

But standing with my wife, next to our daughter 

watching our granddaughter playing soccer…hoping for her success….

as I looked from one to the other to the other…I took a moment to reassess.

I never became any of those people who I dreamed I wanted to be… 

Instead I became a teacher with a wife and a family.

I don’t know the exact moment…I can’t pinpoint where or when…

the dreams I had for me blended into the dreams I had for them.

Dreams that they be kind and gentle people…

that they be loving and forgiving…

Dreams that they be happy, healthy…

and content with the live they’re living.

I don’t know when or how this happened…the exact moment it came to be….

when the dreams I had for them became the dreams I had for me.

Which is why when I looked at my wife, daughter and granddaughter…

when I saw all that beauty in front of me…

I could not think of a better place…I would have ever dreamed I’d be.

I love how dreams visit me in my sleep

In such diverse and unconventional arrays….

but my favorite dreams are the ones I make

when I’m awake…during the day.

My nighttime dreams are often difficult to understand

as through my sleeping mind they spread…

but during the day when I’m awake

I control the dreams inside my head.

During the day it’s effortless

to make dreams that are easy to understand…

to dream my family will always be healthy and happy…

that there will be peace throughout the land. 

In the land of dreams there is no defined space or time

no laws of gravity.

In the land of dreams instead of eyes

we use our heart and imagination to see.

The land of dreams has no restrictions…no regulations

no borderlines…no rules.

It is a land, some say, inhabited…by innocents and fools.

Still…I love the land of dreams…where anything is possible…

where logic and the laws of physics don’t apply…

Where dragons, ogres and giants are my friends…

where I can spread my arms…and fly.

Perhaps that’s why I’m foolish enough 

to dream of a world filled with peace, love and harmony….

and to dream that everyone on Earth…

was as innocent and as foolish as me.