I had one of the WORST dreams of my life last night. If you know me at all, you know I have some wild and crazy dreams. This one was definitely far worse than any I've ever had before.
Without going into a ton of detail (which my dreams have), my dream was basically that Taylor had an accident and wouldn't wake up. Chris very sweetly laid her down and I just sat by her and screamed and cried, and screamed and cried, and screamed and cried. The crying was honestly about 1/2 my dream.
Bad dreams like this always put me in an odd mood. And having one so awful has me in a VERY weird mood. I've never really thought about what I would do if something like THAT happened to my girls. I don't think I could honestly handle it.
I know it's just a dream. It could mean a million different things. But you better believe I'm going to be loving on my girls all day today. And they will be spoiled relentlessly today also. They are my world (along with their daddy), my literal everything. And I love them more than life itself.
Maybe that's all the dream meant, to remind me how precious they are. Every parent can use that reminder now and then. But I really hate the way I was reminded.