Dream a little Dream

So the hubby is out of town on business, and I have really grown accustom to sleeping next to a warm body...so when he is away I am usually restless. I had a profound and detail packed dream a few nights ago that really was a nice wake up call. The basic plot was that six or so adult descendants of a "Rockefeller" type father figure all converge at their childhood Victorian home. Their main task was to uncover their father's hiding place of his most prized possessions. They all believed they were hidden in his old desk/hutch. After rummaging through what seemed like mountains of keys they finally stumble on the one that unlocks the piece. They begin opening the desk, and layer by layer they uncover tools, sort of like a Craftsman dream tool box. The very last level of this endless "Safe" was the final door and what all the kids knew would contain their father's most precious items. All of them assumed it would be something of great monetary value. When they opened the door they found multiple drawings, craft projects, and pictures that they all had completed for him as children. The children spent several moments mulling over their father's great love for them, and they recounted when each picture was given. What an amazing realization for me personally to see that what will matter most to me, is not my professional accolades, or what kind of house I live in, it will be the precious moments spent with those I love and hold most dear to my heart. Treasured possessions will consist of pictures and memories from my marriage, and motherhood. Encouraged by my dreaming, I spent a few extra moments this week, resting my head next to my son and daughter just breathing in the breadth and depth of their age.