It occurred to me the other day when I was driving along in the van. I suddenly jolted, my tears smeared my cheeks as I realized something that I honestly hadn’t recognized before. I was living my dream life, the one that I held a picture of in my head around 12 years ago. I recall the circumstances I was in back then, on my own with a young little baby boy and trying to make ends meet. I was so lost in the world around me, not knowing where I was going or having any course ahead. I remember the fear in my heart about raising my son, and about whether I’d ever find the love my heart so wanted to find. My guard was up and my spirit was down, I searched in the wrong places for things and people to fill the holes in my life.

Things changed, I changed and my dreams became clear again.

And as I was driving the other day, it hit me. The dreams that I had, that I visualized in my head were mine now. The husband, the children, the happiness, the home, the relationships, the fulfillment of career, the peace and forgiveness, the possibility. It was mine to hold and ponder. Can I express my gratitude? words cannot. Only the prayers in my heart now of thanks can match what I feel knowing that those dreams are mine and I can now keep dreaming.