I went back and found a story I wrote for my oldest daughter, and thought I would do an audio rerun of the memory.

If you are at all wondering, yes, I AM having a great amount of fun recording audio versions of things I have written. Hence, all of the audio I have been adding of late. Sorry not sorry…

I did take the time to put together some pictures that you can look at as you listen to the story. Happy scrolling…

I Dreamt of You…

Down along a 2-lane road, driving slowly around each bend and curve

Lush green foliage covered the hillside, giving shade as we passed by

Ocean waves met the eyes, if one followed the hillside down

Drawing the eyes onward, toward a delicate little town

Finding ourselves within a U-shaped cove

The endless clear glass blue, came and went from beyond the shore

Cobblestone lined the streets, buildings of soft colors greeted our eyes

Beckoning one inside for toys and treats

Though no other cars appeared, a plane rested upon the shore

A bottom made of glass, delicate handles upon the door

You, Babybear, are the only face I remember clearly

Flying low over the ocean waters, you were sitting on the glass bottom surrounded by soft light

We seemed to be holding in place, as Orca began swimming to you

Up to the window they came, seeking your tiny hands

Your arms stretched out to reach, eagerness filling your eyes

You had the most beautiful smile, and I could feel your joy and excitement

  I couldn’t stop watching you, the happiness clearly on your face

And the look in your eyes, forever it be etched in my memory

Under water we flew and into a cavern of brilliant lights we appeared

Vivid blues, reds, purples and every color imaginable, here were cast about reflecting off the stone

Suddenly, the cavern filled with a multitude of female Orcas, along with their young ones, gracefully gliding by

Through the glass we touched them, trailing fingers along their skin

As if nothing were in between, and Glass no longer appeared

You began floating amidst them, gently carried on invisible currents

Baluga whales began appearing, dolphins as well

Swimming freely with all of them, breathing water as if it were air

I was the only one who spoke in this dream, saying Gentle we must be

For if this be a birthing place, mindful these mothers now seem

 of this I was sure, for as you are my child, it would be that for me…

You may only be a small child, and though I don’t understand this dream, I will always believe that you are a very special little girl.

Love Mom.