A dream I dream

I've been dreaming a lot lately--remembering bits and pieces when I wake up anyway.  Something I haven't done for years.  And a couple days ago I had a dream that I'd like to think was Chase, though I'm not really sure.

I don't remember much of it just the part about Chase.  If I had written it down immediately, I would have remembered more, but I didn't--I was just focused on that little piece as it happened right before I woke up.

Like I said, there's not much to it.  But Patric and I were together.  We were looking into a bunch of bushes or little trees somewhere--I have no idea where we were.  And I saw a little boy.  We might have even said his name, I don't remember, but the little boy came out of the trees and gave me the biggest, tightest hug you can imagine.  And boy did I return it!  The only reason I can't say for sure if it was Chase or not was because this little boy was bigger than a three year old.  He was, however, about the size of some little boys I had recently seen in a show and made a very prominent connection to Chase.

I don't know.  But the hug.  The embrace.  It felt like a welcome home embrace.  Maybe not welcome home, but it definitely was an "I miss you sooooooo much" hug.  And it was right before I woke up in the morning.  So it brought a few tears throughout the day as I thought about that dream a lot.  Still do.  I know he comes to me.  I know he's watching over us and he's with us all the time.  But I know he's a part of other people's lives, too.  He's helping taking care of a lot of people.  Some I may not even know. Yet.

I miss you sweet boy.  I love you. And I can't wait for that hug.  I can almost feel it already.

love,
mom