Shayla
In my dream, I was in a sunlit park with the boys and Chris. We were laughing, the sound of their giggles filling the air as we played on the grass. Chris held my hand, his smile warm and reassuring. The boys chased each other, their faces bright with joy. It was a perfect moment, filled with love and happiness.
The boys then hopped on their bikes, and suddenly, their bikes began to lift off the ground. They were flying! Their laughter echoed around us as they soared through the air, performing loops and tricks that defied gravity. Chris and I watched, our faces beaming with pride and amusement. "Look, Mom! We're flying!" Ethan shouted, his voice filled with wonder. "Watch this trick, Dad!" Shawn added, doing a mid-air spin.
Chris squeezed my hand and chuckled, "Our kids are amazing, aren't they?"
I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through me. "They really are," I replied, my heart swelling with love.
