I was supposed to get up and start walking this morning. That was my plan anyway, but I woke up at 6:30 this morning, and was still tired, not to mention uninspired to get out of my house, so I went back to sleep.
In the hour more of sleep I got, I had a dream about Jacob.
He was in his blanket, he was home with me, and even though I knew I didn't have much time with him, he was alive. He was still very tiny just like he was when he was born, but his eyes opened, and I just gazed into them.
Jacob then talked to me. And what he said was somewhat funny.
He told me he was fine, but what he really needed was a diaper change and something to eat.
So, I picked him up and moved him to the bedroom's changing table (one I don't have, but we were in "his" room), and I changed his diaper. I looked into his face some more and saw that he was asleep again, so I just held him some more before I woke up from the dream.
Last night before I went to bed, I had started thinking about Jacob and how much I missed him. I can't tell you how much it meant to me this morning to wake up knowing I'd seen him again.
Thank you Jacob. We're doing ok.
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