For the first time in our almost 23 years of marriage, my husband awoke this morning at 7:30 am and said, “I had a dream last night.” This may seem usual to you, but not to me. He never dreams! Ever! Or if he does, he cannot remember them at all. I, on the other hand, have vivid dreams in shining colors almost every night and can retell most of them for days. See, opposites do attract.
To make a really long story very short, we have talked about a new book idea that I have schemed about for almost six months. We jotted down ideas at Chipotle one night last Fall…. which brought both of us to tears. It’s obviously a topic near and dear to our hearts. Of course it’s top secret, and I can’t share quite yet, so you don’t steal the brilliant idea. I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. (Name that movie.)
Anyway, Rick’s dream was about this awesome marketing idea for the book that I haven’t written yet. It is now affectionately called the Bean Dream, and goes down in history as the best idea God has ever given him in his sleep. Well, that he can remember. I’m sure part of Rick’s button bursting moment was the fact that in the Bible it says YOUNG men will dream dreams and old men will see visions. This was definitely a dream… not a vision. (hahahahaha)
Sleepily I listened and then pondered and then finally responded, “That is a good idea!” Rick emphatically stated, “That is a GREAT idea!” To which I agreed…. and then couldn’t go back to sleep. So, the plan unfolded before my fingertips on the laptop in bed as the sun peaked its sleepy head over the mountaintop and spread its golden beams into our room.
OOOHHHhhhhhh, this is good!
Tonight I showed Larisa what we are planning and she read the whole schpeal and replied, “This is really good. Where did you get this from?” “FROM GOD!” and once again, my own child was totally impressed with her parents. It was a happy mommy moment. This is such a rare occasion, that I just had to blog it. If I remember right, the last time she was impressed by one of her parents was in 1998 when I set up a tent by myself.
An-ti-ci-pa-a-tion is making you wait. Sorry.