It's been a while since I had a bad dream about Nathan.
But, early this morning I had one of those bad bad dreams. I don't remember the whole dream, and I don't wanna write about all of it and jinx myself or something, but it ended with me trying to decide if it would be better to move with the kids to California near his family, or Oregon near mine. (which is a tiny bit odd since I don't have a whole lotta family in Oregon)
and then I heard a knock on the door.
The knock woke me up from my bad dream and I stayed in bed until I heard another knock to be sure I wasn't still dreaming.
That's just the kind of thing to stop my heart.
and make me wish I wore attractive jammies to bed last night.
But I scrambled to find my glasses and my robe. I made it to the door and looked out the peep hole......
...and it was just a neighbor kid offering Hannah a ride to cross country practice, not a few men in uniform. Whew!
note to Nathan: come home soon!