My Dream - Livin' the Good Life
Apr. 9th, 2010
07:19 pm - My Dream
I was at some kind of a festival with all my moms and their kids. The gathering was in a beautiful, grassy park with a huge stage. There were children everywhere. We were serving up some delicious-looking food on long picnic tables. The mood was pleasant and purposeful. Someone came up to me and asked if I'd sing a song to open up a ceremony that was beginning on the stage. Children were gathered in rows like they were in classes. I got up calmly and confidently and said, "This is a song that our son, Damian, used to sing at our family concerts when he was about ten years old. It has accompaniment, but I don't have any today, so I'll sing it for you a cappella." I began singing, feeling surprised and pleased with the sound of my voice. It was more clear than usual, and perfectly on pitch. As I began (and this is the good part) I saw Steve, dressed in a sport jacket that was open in front with a tie on, quickly winding his way through the crowd toward the stage. He was wearing one of his big commercial cameras, and I realized he was shooting pictures for this event. He disappeared under the lip of the stage as I began the song. Halfway through, I heard guitar accompaniment coming from under the stage. I stopped a moment, smiling, and said, "Aww... that's Steve accompanying me." He changed the key during the instrumental break to an easier one for him to play, and then we finished the song together. I remember thinking to myself as I was singing, "How like him to do this!" And it's true. This is exactly what Steve would do if this scenerio had been real life. I woke up feeling very warm toward Steve as I gazed at him sleeping peacefully next to me. I feel so fortunate to have this multi-talented, oh-so-willing man in my life. This is one of the many, many things I love about him, and I thank my lucky stars that he's mine.
Here is the song I sang in the dream. I got it from Red Grammer, a children's songwriter, many years ago. It's the plea of every child to his or her parents and the desire of every spouse. It's called See Me Beautiful: