Ever since Samuel went Home, I have not been able to dream about him. I would lay in bed and ask God to let me dream of him, only to wake without that dream.
It's funny but not until about one month ago, I haven't been able to dream at all. Before Sam went Home, I would dream all the time. But....when he died, the dreams stopped. I just slept.
Other people would share with me when they would dream of Sam. I was so happy for them, but so badly wanted it to be me. I just continued to sleep.
And one day my sweet friend told me, "Terri, maybe if you would dream of Sam now, it would be too hard and all you would want to do was sleep, in the hopes of seeing him in your dreams." That touched my heart with such truth. God knew when I could dream of Sam. So I trusted Him.
Last night, that dream came...if only for a moment. In my dream I was standing in our laundry room and the door opened and in walked Sam. He wore a warm jacket with a hoodie on underneath and he had the hugest smile I ever saw. And, he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me and said, "Hi mom" and we just hugged. And what's funny is he had a blue wristband on.
I woke and just started crying. Tom wrapped his arms around me and asked, "What's wrong sweetheart?" And I told him of the dream and how much I missed Sam and he said,"I know...I know." And we just layed there wrapped around each other and cried.
So, a dream, if only for a moment.....will remain in this mother's heart forever.
God, thank You for loving me and letting me dream of Sam. I'm glad if he can't be in my arms, he's in Yours. Thank you for your everlasting comfort.