I had a visit from Henry in my dreams last night. This is one of the first times I've vividly remembered a dream about him since he's been gone. In this dream, I heard him rustling around in his crib. We were in our new house, so I walked across the hall and Tim was already in the nursery. Henry wasn't awake, just stirring in his sleep. Tim and I were arguing over who would get to pick him up once he awoke (which is something we may have been known to do when Henry was still with us...) And I remember telling Henry how much I've missed him, over and over again.
Other dreams I've had that have involved babies have left me feeling unsettled. But this one was quite the opposite. In my dream, Henry was peaceful, content, and happy. Perhaps this dream was his way of letting me know that he's okay...that he's doing just fine. It was his way of saying hi, and letting me know that he hasn't forgotten us. I awoke feeling at peace, knowing that my baby is okay. Who knows when Henry will visit again, but it's nice to know that he's still there, always with me.
No comments:
Post a Comment