A small treat

On Friday night I had a vivid dream that I called my mother on the phone. The sort of dream that seems so real it takes you a few hours after waking to realize it wasn’t.

I have had a lot of dreams about her since she died, but never one so real and so mundane.

Anyways, I was standing in the garden and telling her about my day. About our day. I wasn’t telling her about you, she already knew.

So, I guess that means she approves.