Summer road trip. Louisville to Champaign, Illinois and back again. What's in Champaign? Well, University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. It is the Twin Cities after all. More importantly, it was where I was meeting the Martinelli family for the weekend.
The Martinellis are friends from California. They serve in Campus Crusade for Christ. I spent Thanksgivings, dinners, game nights, Community Group, birthday parties, and countless hours with David, Diane, and their kids. I've missed them all. It was such a joy to be with them.
Memorable events: Conversation, playing school, Ms. PacMan Tournament (I ROCKED!!!), fellowship, giving winning Birthday presents (you never know with a 11 year old and 9 year old - I haven't been those ages in a LONG time!), laughter, and encouragement.
The journey home was much slower. Leaving loved ones and heading into a BUSY work week. The traffic on I-65 didn't help either - yes, there was traffic. Accident slowed us all down to a 2 mile/ hour CRAWL. Took an extra hour to get home.
Sweet memories. Champaign and Martinells.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Dreaming
Last night/ early this morning, I dreamed. I know, this is not abnormal. All of us dream. The variable is whether or not we remember the details of the dream. I'm sure there are studies which could give us the % of how many of our dreams we remember. I anticipate this % is small. But all of us can attest to the fact of remembering the details of a dream. Their themes vary, the topics range, and the details are concise or blurry.
I've personally awakened screaming due to the nightmare of a male voice calling to me from outside my window (yeah, that was a REAL fun one to remember). I awakened shaking my head because the dream was that weird - come on you know what I'm talking about: purple trees, people from your life who don't even know each other suddenly being best friends, etc. And then ones which make your heart melt . . . where you wake up yearning for the dream to be reality.
Yep. I had one of THOSE dreams last night. A special someone. A romantic day. The feeling of being loved, desired, cared for . . . as if I was the only woman on earth. Sigh - da*n dream.
I know it was only a dream. But, these always stir up a deep yearning, for the dream to be a reality. And so, I continue to hope . . . and dream.
I've personally awakened screaming due to the nightmare of a male voice calling to me from outside my window (yeah, that was a REAL fun one to remember). I awakened shaking my head because the dream was that weird - come on you know what I'm talking about: purple trees, people from your life who don't even know each other suddenly being best friends, etc. And then ones which make your heart melt . . . where you wake up yearning for the dream to be reality.
Yep. I had one of THOSE dreams last night. A special someone. A romantic day. The feeling of being loved, desired, cared for . . . as if I was the only woman on earth. Sigh - da*n dream.
I know it was only a dream. But, these always stir up a deep yearning, for the dream to be a reality. And so, I continue to hope . . . and dream.
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