Sweet Dreams

I don't have the knack for blogging that my wonderful husband does, but I couldn't let this little story go without sharing it.

The other night, Brady had a nightmare and woke up crying. I went in to comfort him and he told me he had a bad dream about monsters. Daddy came in and reassured Brady that he had nothing to worry about, because all of his bad dreams went right up into his dream catcher. That seemed to satisfy the little guy just fine, but he still wanted Mommy to lay with him. Who could refuse? Just as Brady started to finally fall asleep, my eyes began getting heavy as well, until I heard him say, "Come on Jakey...follow me!" I looked over at him, and he was asleep with a big smile on his face! His talking woke himself up, and he looked over at me with that big grin. I asked him if he was having a dream about Jake, and these were his words: "Yes, I dreamed about me and Jake. My bad monster dream went into my dream catcher, but it can't have my Jakey dream!" And with that, he turned over and went back to sleep. He wasn't the only one who slept with a big smile that night. Thank you, Brady. I love you!