Slow Down, You Move Too Fast
I had this crazy, horrible, Alice-in-wonderland type of dream last night. It seemed so real yet still only my imagination.
You have always heard the phrase, “They grow up so quickly” . Well after this dream I made a deal with Dylan that she is not allowed to grow any older than 5 years old; that if she could go back to 4, that would be even better still! I mean,
SHE STARTS KINDERGARTEN IN THE FALL!
My part of the deal, that Dylan made me swear to, was I was not allowed to grow any older than 91.
Really! That was what I was to do for her.
Judging by the way this ol’ body is throwing all these old-age kinks on me, I told her THAT was no problem!
I dreamed my little Dylan, my Ariel, my princess wanted to get married!
Normally, at this part of the nightmare I wake myself up, just too scared to think of the outcomes.
But after I saw a few pictures from her wedding I wanted to see how it all played out.
She looked beautiful as she walked down the stairs to her wedding!
Too cute actually for Daddy!
Her wedding was a big ceremony in a majestic cathedral!
Next came the reception.
…a point I both dread and look forward to with equal passion!
…Daddy’s last dance with his daughter…
I told her she better hold on.
That I dip sudden. I dip low. And I dip fast.
She just beamed her happy grin.
I held on and tried to make my,
OUR last dance last as long as possible
Not wanting to see that moment come to its inevitable conclusion
I decided to wake myself up!
Only a dream!
A sign, or symbol, that my little girl won’t stay little forever.
That I need to hold on and cherish all the prior years, as well as ages 5, 6, 7 and so on.
I thought, use this dream as a reminder she won’t be my little girl forever.
…that she has to grow up sometime.
I wonder what else I should prepare myself for?