"I had a dream about Daniel last night."
As I spoke the words to Jimmy and Madi this morning, my eyes began weeping without approval. I finally saw my sweet son in my dreams. Actually, I think I should refer to it as a visitation. Then Jimmy informed me that I was giggling in my sleep. The tears became uncontrollable. I knew Daniel had been with me.
We went into the orphanage (it looked more like a hospital) looking for Charlie and came upon Daniel's familiar little face. He was in a wheelchair and his hands and feet were wrapped up in bandages. He had aged only a little, but we clearly knew it was him. As we approached him, he looked up at me and said, "Mama!" We were so thrilled to see him and knew instantly that he would be leaving with us. I was excited to tell him that I had Juice Plus gummies for him, and he squealed with delight.
We continued looking for Charlie in the orphanage but had difficulty identifying him. I'm sure this stems from the fact that we haven't received updated photos of Charlie since November and his appearance will be somewhat of a mystery to us. I just remember feeling so profoundly warm having found Daniel.
The dream went on for a while, but sadly, many of the details escape me now. What doesn't escape me is how I feel this morning as I reflect on what happened last night--it seemed so real. I feel as if I really saw him. I feel as if I truly had him back for a while, and it warmed my heart more than I ever imagined.