The other night I had one of those dreams.
Those dreams that keep on dreaming.
A spark in the dark, pitch black, night sky.
A star that illuminates.
It was in my dream where my Chaim Boruch awoke with the dawn.
The sun’s first rays broke through our windows.
I stood there, before my smiling child.
Chaim Boruch spoke.
“Good Morning”, he said with a grin so wide.
In my dream, my eyes filled with tears, and my heart burst with deep joy.
His voice. His very own voice.
The sweetest I had ever heard.
The only voice I had ever heard.
Even in my dream, I can celebrate.
I can celebrate the reality within my dream.
I awake to my ‘day’ dream.
My ‘day’ dream indeed.
“Good Morning, my sweet Chaim Boruch”, I say with a smile.
He smiles at me with that brilliant smile, that says so much more than “Good Morning”…
It says, “keep on dreaming mommy, cuz dreams do come true”.
And so it was, my ‘night dream’, my ‘day dream’.
And so it is, my ‘life’ dream.
And so it will be, my very ‘good morning’, indeed.