Yesterday, my oldest daughter was relieved from her pregnancy. She had a healthy young baby boy, named Brigham. It is amazing to me to contemplate that Brigham just left Father in Heaven and is starting his "proving" period of his existence in mortality. I am sure it is so challenging for a full grown spirit to enter a little body, not knowing anything about how to do, how to talk, how to communicate, etc. No wonder they cry so often.
On Tuesday night, I dreamed that Sammy, my grand son was going to collect our call from the mailbox and we would have it yesterday, Wednesday, the day of Brigham's birth. It didn't happen, so once again I ask where do dreams come from? Maybe it is just hopes translating into dreams, nightmares?
Some people say that "Senior Couples" get their calls on Thursday. Since today is a Thursday, we go through the mailbox shuffle. We wait, anticipate, follow the mailman as he drives up the street, wait for him to get out of his truck, do a shuffle, dance, and watch as he goes through his bag looking for things to drop off at this house.
We know in our mind that it is coming today, and we wait, wait and finally he drives off. We shuffle to the mailbox and use the key and reopen the box. One of these days, "soon" we will find large envelopes telling us about our next eighteen months. Of course, most of the last ten weeks plus, we have been disappointed and slowly trudge home from the long walk to the mailbox.
Of course most of the time this short dance is done by one of our grand kids, since I am at work and Bonnie has not learned the shuffle. But today is the prime day to do the shuffle. We will see if this short dance is rewarded or not. Another Thursday.
As Bonnie read this, she was insulted for she has done the mailbox shuffle a few times. I have not, and thus I apologize to her. Also my other pregnant daughter is hurt. I said that she had a month of pregnancy until she delivers. She only has three weeks and when I add a whole seven days, she is totally depressed, especially since her sister is now DONE.
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