This morning I woke up early, like I always do except I decided to lie down for a bit just to get a little more sleep. When I woke for the day, I was peacefully aware that I’d just been with my Mother.

In the dream the scenes were momentary, small and beautiful frames that faded in and out gently, like the sun gently floating through a kitchen window in the spring.

We were waking up,
she was hugging me,
we were talking and smiling,
she was brushing her hair,
we were laughing,
we went to the store,
we were shopping,
we were purchasing things,
she and I were walking and it was perfect.

And then we found ourselves in this expansive field, this huge garden of flowers and plants that stretched out before us and looked as large as a Kansas farmer’s crop, or a sunflower field from back home.

She was telling me it was her garden. We held hands and walked together, smiling and laughing, blissfully content and surrounded by the beauty of this place. Beauty that seemed to fill us both up from the inside out.

The sun was radiantly shining off of her golden hair and I was trying to burn it into my memory.

We were surrounded and filled with so much light and love.

And then I woke up, feeling so much peace in my heart and overwhelmingly content at just have been given the gift of time with my Mother. What glorious moments dreams hold, what beauty.

This morning I took a walk with my Mother and it was perfect.