I realize this part is obvious now – this is not going to be Wordless Wednesday.

After my divorce, I used to have nightmares all the time. I woke up with the sheets all torn off the bed, laying in pools of sweat, heart beating triple time and couldn’t go back to sleep. After I married Robbie, I’d wake up to him trying to cope with the current nights terror. After some time, they subsided and I rarely have dreams like that anymore. In fact, I think it’s been a really, really long time since the last. But - I had a very disturbing one last night and most of the time I don’t like to talk about the bad ones. I don’t think I’ll go into detail – maybe that’s good, maybe that’s bad – should I get it off my chest and quit worrying about it? Maybe that’s why I’m typing it out. I’m sure I’ll talk to Robbie about it. I think he’s the only one that really knows I had/have these nightmares. Well, obviously not anymore. Now my 3 readers know. Anyway, this one wasn’t like the old ones but it left me with a deep sense of sorrow and grief and I’m having a hard time shaking that feeling today. I’m just glad, so glad it was a dream. I am glad I was able to wake realizing that what I was experiencing was not real, my grief would go away and I could go hug my kids and start my day. I know too many people that wake up realizing their grief is not a dream, it is their reality and I pray for them. Everyday. One thing that has been a surprising good thing for me is a quote by Plato “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

Here are some photos, hopefully will make up for the lack of laughter today.