Last night I had a very strange dream about saying goodbye. My family were all packing up our cars up at my parents house and hugging and talking about the next time we'd be together. And I was horribly upset through the whole dream. I woke up puzzled because life is good right now. It's great, in fact.So why the bad dream? (It also had a part involving killer bees, but that's unrelated)
I'm blessed by a truly extraordinary family. When we get together we have a wonderful time.
Case in point - last weekend we all got together for the wedding of a very close friends, people who are very much like extensions of our own family.It was beautiful and wonderful and the joy of the moment could be testified to by the fact that my Dad - who DOES NOT dance - pulled us all out on the dance floor at one point with the exclamation "We need to dance! We need to form a family circle and dance!"
Awesome.I think the dream was a reminder that those family gatherings are special and I wish they happened more often. My brother, Garth,
lives in LA and that is TOO FAR from here. I see my mom and dad quite a bit because they're only a few hours away, but I'd like to see them more.Family time leads to hi-jinx and belly-deep laughter that leaves your in happy tears. Who wouldn't want more of that?
Happy Father's Day. Happy Family Day.
