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