Dreams...

Dreams have been a bit strange since the fire for me.  I’ve had some nightmares mixed in with just I am not sure you’d call it a nightmare, bad or strange dream…not sure how I’d classify it.  There are nights that I know I've had horrible dreams & I've tossed & turned all night.  When I wake the next morning I am restless.

Anyway the other night I had a dream that still sits in mind as very real.  Maybe it was real?  I was about 4 or 5 years old and I was walking through this house, but it was just a shell with only the frame work done.  I was alone but someone was with me, an angel, a person..not sure.  As I was walking through I heard my papaw’s voice and I was frantically looking for him.  I ran outside, back inside, searching everywhere without any luck.  I couldn’t find him but I tried & tried…looking through the entire shell of a house.  But I heard him.  I heard him say “child it’s going to be ok be strong!”  My papaw passed many years ago.  He built homes and some of the most beautiful homes I can remember seeing as a child.  The last house I walked through that he was building was when I was about 4 or 5.  I remember walking through a framed out house with him and being in complete awe that this was the work he’d done with his own hands.  It is by far one of my most favorite memories of him.  Well besides the fact that for a pretty short man he could walk faster than anyone I knew and had a love for picking up pecans. 

This dream was vivid & I haven’t been able to shake the realness.  What’s the dream telling me?  I hold onto the fact that my strong grandfather was coming to comfort me & to let me know he’s with me walking right beside me even though I can’t see him. 

We are leaving to go on vacation to the beach & I am excited.  I need to get away for a few days.  I know the next blog will be full of pictures.  I am hoping to come home refreshed & renewed.  I plan to take some time to just reflect on just how rich my life really is. I plan to take in every moment with my girls & my husband.  I have an amazing husband that works hard to provide any & everything to his girls…he spoils us rotten.  I have 2 beautiful girls that are growing up too fast.  I have my parents here to enjoy life to the fullest.  I have family & friends that constantly show us love, support & lift us up.  In the recent weeks I’ve had a couple of people try to tear me down.  It’s become a real burden seeing that instead of recognizing the good of things & looking at the entire picture, they’ve closed their minds & eyes consistently & constantly shifting blame.  The finger pointing lies & deceit will only fool others for a short time.  A friend posted on Facebook this the other day “A lie has speed, but truth has endurance” by Edgar J. Mohn.  This is so very true and holds true to how my situation is going.  I need to realize that I have control over the ability to let someone tear me down.  I will no longer allow this person to attack me and going so low as to use the fire to attack me & my family.  God be with them!!!

Off to the beach for an amazing vacation with family!  Life is good my friends & we are moving forward…  Can’t wait to share house plans with you.  The floor plan is basically final.  I’ve started picking out my garage doors (that just sounds weird to me), a pantry door..strange?  Well it’s because I want carriage house garage doors and a dutch door for the pantry.  We have dormers & gables that will allow us to have a window seat….  I am still trying to work a pool into this whole thing…wouldn’t that be awesome!!

Mom & I went to an auction last Saturday.  It was so much fun!!! I loved going & having her with me just made life taste that much sweeter!  I found some great little treasures.  I am starting back to working on my furniture again.  We swam all day at the pool Sunday & then a massive storm rolled in, so we bbq & played poker under the deck. 













Dreams…some dreams do come true!!  “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
Dr. Seuss
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