I’ve always wondered what my children are dreaming about. As a newborn before they really “see” anything, then a little older. Is it family? Or animals? Or the books we’ve read? Upon waking I’ve always asked Karston and Kyrie, “Did you have good dreams?” Kyrie is still in the “uh huh” or “yes” or a shake of the head stage. Karston has been through that and then through the “bugs” answer. Everyday that was his answer. Bugs. Really? I wasn’t sure if he really did dream about bugs or not. How was he supposed to answer? I mean, how do you even learn what a dream is? And if you don’t know what it is, how do you answer? We would try our best to explain dreaming, but the answer remained bugs. Well, lately we’ve gotten some different answers. Last night he dreamed “about a chicken that got hurt sleeping in a bed. There were two other chickens, but they didn’t get hurt because they were sleeping in a crib. But the mama was sleeping on a very high bed that was broken, and she got hurt.” Oh, how I love hearing about his dreams. I wish I could see them. See what his mind sees. His dreams are growing right along with his wonderful imagination. I can’t wait until he rushes to draw them for me before they flee his mind. Because you know how quickly dreams leave. Dream sweetly my dear children. I want to hear all about them.