I’m dreaming of  “Goodnight Moon” and “God Gave Us You”.

I’m dreaming of a size 12 month coat hanging on the tree with a diaper bag full of stray Cheerios.

I’m dreaming of a basket full of trains and hammers and animals.

I’m dreaming of a big box of teeny tiny books scattered all over a living room.

I’m dreaming of the curly-swirly softness of one year old hair.

I’m dreaming of holding a dimpled hand in the back seat of a Subaru.

I’m dreaming of playing the tickle-my-wiggly-toes game.

I’m dreaming of watching the snow fall out a front door.

I’m dreaming of a Packer-boy sitting on a carpet reading books.

Sometimes dreams come true.