Babies...

Growing up, whenever I'd spend time with my grandma and grandpa, Grandma would always be fascinated with the way I remembered my dreams. I'd wake up most mornings and she'd ask me what I dreamed about that night. So I'd tell her about the dream, including every little detail I could remember. She'd say "Don't you ever rest at night?" or "You're so busy dreaming that you don't get any sleep!" or "You and your dreams!" Seriously, people, even my husband is blown away at how real my dreams seem to me and how much of them I can remember.

Well, as most nights, I had a dream last night. This time, it was very interesting...

In the dream, Jeff and I had adopted a baby. He was ours. It was such a neat feeling to have our own little one. In the dream, though, we were at church. I was on stage with the orchestra, and my sister, Jessica, was walking her girls back to their classes (and her baby into nursery). She picked up my baby in his carrier, and was doing me a favor by bringing him down to the nursery too. I watched her leave, and I felt disappointed. Not that she'd bring him for me, because that was sweet of her. I was disappointed that I wouldn't be able to snuggle him.

When we got done from orchestra, I came off the stage and sat next to Jeffrey (who did not seem to be one bit worried about where our son was). I told him that Jessica had brought him to the nursery. Jeff nodded his head. Then I fidgeted for awhile. And finally I asked, "Can I go get him? At least for a little bit? If he can be quiet in church? I just want to snuggle him." Jeff said it was fine and I went back to the nursery and retrieved him. He was sleeping. He was warm, soft, and smelled like baby lotion. Ahhhhhh... he was so cozy. I realized that Jeff and I hadn't named him yet (of course- leave it to a dream for that to happen, huh?). And while I held him and I studied him, I thought his name should be Mason. What's funny is, I've loved that name since I was in junior high- before all the last names became popular for first names. Something else that's funny- one of my best friends married a man and her name changed to Mason. So in the dream I thought "I could name him Mason after her." However, I'm not sure I could do that in real life... sorry, Kirsten!

So I can see some of you ladies sighing as you read this... and some of you ladies rolling your eyes. And who knows what Daddy's thinking!

I wanted to tell you, though, that this dream got me to realize that I did want to start our process (again!) for adoption. And I made a few phone calls and we have an orientation appointment with ECFA at the end of this month! I know the process will be long... be at least I'm taking the first steps in the right direction. Pray for us!!!