I’m flying! And I’m wearing a beautiful, sparkling, Elsa dress. I feel so freeeeeeeee and on top of the wooooorld. I’m in full control of my flight and, wow, does flying feel AMAAAAAAAZING. Until… wait… who is screaming down below? Is that Grant? POOF! And I’m awake. My two year old is yelling and ready to come out of his crib for the day. My beautiful dress is gone. It’s 6:23am. I have bed head and a t-shirt & shorts that don’t even match. But today I’m grabbing my glasses off my side table and leaping out of my bed and into his room feeling so refreshed after my awesome dream! Today is going to be a good day! I hurried down to the kitchen with my little dude to tell my hubby about my flying experience before he left for work. You have to hear this. I had a flying dream. Do you know what this means?!? He appeased me with a little excitement but I know in these moments he thinks I’m a little nutty. And, well, he is probably right. But I fully own my nut
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