Traces of Ayden

I had one of those dreams last night that you wish to never wake from. My night had been filled with random dreams....random people and situations....and then I heard a familiar voice coming from "the next room.". It took me .5 seconds to realize who it was. No one else in the world has that voice...it was my daddy. In my dream, I ran down a flight of stairs to find my dad smiling at me and saying, "Hey, sweetie." I jumped into his arms and held on for dear life...sobbing the entire time. Of course, the dream faded away, and I woke up, but the last image I had was of me, being held by my daddy. I knew exactly where this dream had come from. Since October 21, the little girl in me (the little girl in most all women) has longed to be back in daddy's arms again. Because daddy just makes it all better. It's hard to find the comfort that only dad can bring when he isn't here to give it.

Sigh....I haven't been myself all day.

I promise all of my posts won't be so sad and depressing. This moment...although not "real" was too precious not to write down. This is a season of life that I am working through, and as sad as it is...and I am...there a many moments of joy. I promise to write about those soon. Thank God for continuing to bring light and happiness into our lives when we feel surrounded by stress, sadness, and loss.