As a young child, we all have dreams; at the tender age of even seven, a child can tell you what he wants to be the day he grows up. It might change several times over the years, but the principle stays the same, you still have a dream. In a way, we never grow up; we are always aiming higher and bigger but yet we still dream.
I am not one that needs to remind you what it feels like to have a dream taken away from you. So when I heard that I could have my dream back, I did not hesitate to grab it with both hands.
The best part of this yet is that I will have Isabella by my side, walking this path with me step by step. I am scared that if I close my eyes for a minute too long, all of this was a real dream in my head.
Sitting here with her next to me, I feel that I need to hear it again. God, I hope that my ears were not deceiving me.
"Boo, please tell me again. I am so afraid I have fallen asleep and have dreamt this impossible dream."
