Saturday, January 03, 2015

Packing My Suitcase -- With Help

I woke up happy.

I'd had a dream. A happy dream.

In my dream, I was packing my suitcase for some sort of a trip. Someone showed up by my side and when I looked, it was Gina, the little girl I am so very fond of from the school where I work.

Gina watched me pack and when I looked again, she had some sort of a very small suitcase, and said, "Let's play Going To Florida!" and she began to put things into her suitcase, things like acorns, small teacups, bright rubber bands, a bracelet, and other little junkuses that a child would treasure. She was smiling and happy. Her joy was contagious. So I woke up happy.


7 comments:

stitchinpenny said...

The more you write about you experiences, the more it seems that you have made the perfect decision about what to do for a while.

stitchinpenny said...

The more you write about you experiences, the more it seems that your have made the perfect decision about what to do for a while.

stitchinpenny said...

I tried to correct the you to your and it appears in the block, but not when it is posted. Sorry.

Quiltdivajulie said...

And your dream makes me happy, too ☺️

Barbara Anne said...

What a delightful dream! Both the circumstances, the wee suitcase contents, and the imaginative abilities of this dear child. I'm wishing her happiness in her real life, too.

It's certain that you're where you belong, isn't it? Joy!!

Hugs!

Janet O. said...

Such a sweet, joyful dream! : )

AnnieO said...

Love this!