Last night I had a dream about Michael. I dont consciously think about how much I miss him and all that stuff that makes me cry because it is just too hard to go there and besides I know he is fine and exactly where he needs to be. So, most of the time I just go about my day with him in the back of my mind and know that he is just fine and will be home before I know it.
But last night I had a dream that that he was still home getting ready for his mission but that he was always gone doing missionary work. So, for some reason he and I were taking this art class (dont ask me why). And the class had started but Michael hadnt gotten there yet. So, all of a sudden in walks Michael and he is dressed in his basketball shorts, a t-shirt and his missionary name tag lol! He is in a hurry as usual and walks to the back of the class where he begins to open a going away gift that the teacher gave him. I stood there waiting patiently for him to see me. The gift he opened was an art book and a bag of paints that also contained 2 aprons 1 for his compaion and one for him. Then Michael saw me and came right over to me and gave me a great big bear hug and I began to cry, in fact I began to sob and then suddenly I could hear him and feel him break down in my arms and begin to sob also. So, of course this is when I woke up and when I woke up I was crying in my sleep and so I just laid there and cried and thought about how much I miss my son.
This brought back a very special memory that Michael and I had together his senior year in High School. He was taking a Music Theory Class and it was towards the end of the school year and we were very busy and getting everything ready for graduation. So, he called me over to the piano and asked me to listen to something (I cant remember what) then I asked him to play the song he had to compose for his class. As he played this song all of a sudden it just hit me! It was like his whole life flashed before my mind and I was in complete awe and amazment of the young man he had become. When he was finished we just looked at eachother and I said,"Michael, you blow me away, I am just so proud of you and the person you are and all that you have become." Then I began to cry and so Michael got up from the piano bench and gave me a big bear hug and then he began to cry too so, we both just stood there hugging eachother and crying. I will never forget that special moment we had together, I will treasure it forever. I am so thankful for Michael and the young man that he is. He has always been a very sensitive young man and very drawn to spiritual things. I love him and I miss him, but I know he is doing a great and important work.
