I am lucky that a few of my dreams have come true. I am a husband and father, and am growing into being a decent neighbor. The people I love, love me back.
I keep thinking, what other dreams do I really need?
What do I need other than the sight and warmth of rocking my son into his mid-morning nap? Or dancing in the kitchen with my wife, just because we like the song and the cookies have a few minutes to go in the oven? Or trying to keep up with our pup running laps in the newly laid backyard snow? Or Sunday dinners with our family? Or a chat over a beer with good friends?
What do I need other than seeing our globally-reaching family, or taking a modest trip, whenever we can afford it? Or lazy Sunday naps? Or the peace in knowing an “I love you, honey” or “I love you, Papa” is never far away? Or that there is a quiet place to read, write, or pray?
What do I need other than this one couch?
Most of my other dreams have started fading away, especially the ones that I pretended weren’t about being popular or being wealthy (but always were). But what do I need those dreams for anymore?
It is strange to be in a place where I don’t have many dreams left, and only have a desire to breathe life and love into the dreams that are already here.
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