Wednesday, August 22, 2012

true to life

I had a spectacular, utterly realistic dream about J the other night.

In the dream, I come home to the front door. Often they hear my bicycle or something, and J runs to the door, very excited.
"Chris is home! It's Chris!"
Then he turns around and goes into his room to read a book or play with Legos, humming and squeaking and burbling happily.

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