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I had a dream last night...
Well, my son would stop me and tell me, "Mom, you had two dreams last night remember?"
He would be, and is usually always, right!  My dream about him was in regards to a book we just got for the kindle that he needs to have read and done a book report on by Next Wednesday.  We spent three weeks brainstorming what person he would write a book report on for the American Revolution.  Yes, three weeks of procrastination  brainstorming....just to come up with....Paul Revere!  Connor was notably stressed about the book report on Wednesday, so I pulled out my phone and told myself that the first name which comes to my mind is the person it will be....and then I searched for a book about Paul Revere!  I found a book that is, I believe, 105 pages.  I looked at him, gave him knuckles, did my sly eyed, "we're good" look, and I told him, "anything you and I have to tackle, we will tackle it together and make sure it gets done!"  In my dream last night, I walked into his room and saw him reading the book.  I smiled and asked him what page he was on.  He grinned his grin of "awesomeness" and told me that he was on page 104.  It was at this point in the dream that I realized the book was 105 pages, or I think it is, because I said, "Wow, the book is only 105 pages...you read 104 of 105 pages in a day!!!"

Tonight, my son told me that he just may make my dream come true...

The other son came into my room on 4 separate occasions to give me pictures of a "mad scientist", "mad man mustard", "disco dancing alien", and all the creations of his 10 year old mind which I am gladly placing in a book to haunt him with one day!

My first dream last night did not have the humor I just made you giggle with....it was on the more serious side, the side I have been on lately.

I was in my sisters home.  I had just waken from a night of very well rested sleep, walked down through her narrow staircase.  The house was empty, all except for us two, as it had felt on the last day of my stay in her home.  I sat at her dinning room table across from her, had a prepared cup of hot tea that I sipped from, and I just sat...happy as ever...in her presence.  I felt the peace I had been longing for all week long in this dream.  It almost felt like the Lord gave me a break from the days of sadness and grief I had been feeling here, along with the nights of dreaded fearful dreams.  She looked back at me, and in such a surreal sense, it felt like heaven was meeting earth.  We didn't say a word, but just through looking into her eyes, I felt like she understood all I had been feeling lately; I felt that I had been understood in the pain that has been my companion for the course of this week.  I didn't have to vocalize a single sorrow and allow another tear to fall down my face, because the necessity of feeling understood in my darkest hours was there, though I still can't say I feel anyone comes close to understanding me in my honest, tangible, wakeful life.  The feeling which immediately followed was "you're okay, and there is no reason to feel pain, misperception, and heartache".  I sat in my pajamas, my cotton robe warming my body, the tea warming my little nose as the steam drifted up from the cup that hoovered in front of my face, and the presence of my twin sister warming, understanding, and loving my soul.  The wooden floors, sunlight dining room, and tranquility made me feel like I was home.

I recently took a trip to her home in PA; it was the first time in my life that I have had the ability and courage to do something this monumental for myself.  (Yes, when you are a young mother to four children who depend on you for their very existence, this is a very courageous move.  When you have never thought to do something for yourself in the years you have been a mother--12--this is a move that looks more like a leap than a step.)

Her home brings memories to me of my Great Grandma Maymie.  There is just something there that is almost tranquilizing.  I slept better there, I relaxed better...or in all honesty, I actually did relax!  I found myself laughing and smiling my days away, and even falling asleep randomly--in part because I was sick with a respiratory bug, and in part because it was just too easy to take care of myself.

I tried to take pictures to document every step pf my journey, and I will gladly post the funny, sad, and in between.  For now, I post the ones that give me glimpses into her home--the one I woke longing for when my eyes opened this morning.

The walls all have the beautiful chair molding around the bottom third of the walls, creating an old Victorian style we have all but forgotten in out advancements with the new age sophistication.  She decorates in a very simple fashion.  Her curtains are hand made by her, a professionally taught curtain maker (if that's what they are called). They are a white background with a black damask print.  Actually, if you pull elements of my home into hers, you can see we are indeed twins.  I have cream colored canvas totes with a dark grey damask upon them.  They are a perfect match for her style.  

The bathrooms are old and quaint with their small mint colored tiles, the color everyone craves these days.  The stand alone sink and medicine cabinets are reminders of a smaller, simpler life.

You can see the damask curtains here...and the quilt I had helped her create years ago.  I love the colors she chose for her quilt.  The one I did was blues with blacks and browns and it was given as a gift--I always thought hers was better!

Here, you can see the light...the beautiful natural light that creates natural warmth and peace.

Here is a glimpse of the far wall of the dining room I entered upon walking downstairs in my dream.  The quilt on the piano  bench was one I made Sara a decade ago--for our 25th Birthday.

And this is the wall that would stand off to my right upon entering the room.  This was a special experience for me in my stay at Sara's home.

Can you see why this was the perfect place for me to sit in her home?  The peace, the hope, and the light--which allows all truth to be seen clearly--is reflected here.  I spent a week there over the course of our Birthday, and last night I was ever so lucky to be there once more.