Today is Tommy's birthday. He would have been 4 years old. I can't believe it. I have a 4 year old. Last night, I had a wonderful dream. I haven't had a dream about him in several months and I have missed him.
In the dream, I was in a school/hospital. (It was a dream...I kept going back and forth) Somehow, I ended up seeing an old teacher of mine and she was telling me that she had gotten pictures of Tommy that someone at the hospital had taken and given to her. Would I like them? I was overwhelmed! Pictures of Tommy that I'd never seen! It gave me the idea to head to the hospital and see what I could find.
I ended up sitting in a room with opaque windows so I couldn't see the patients, but I knew the room was a very small ICU with babies recovering from heart surgery. I didn't know any of the nurses that were coming and going, but I finally got up my nerve to tell them that my sweet boy had been their patient. They remembered his name and gave me more pictures that they had.
After I left, I went to sit in chair in a waiting area to gather my thoughts. I looked beside me and Tommy was reaching up for me. I scooped up my little guy and got the sweetest hugs ever. I woke up remembering carrying him.