What Happens When You Dream

My husband has a dreamer's heart and a realist's brain. I love this about him. It allows him to dream big without fear but actually think about and consider the little details. If I'm honest with myself, I'm a wannabe dreamer with a planner's brain. I like to have a plan, to think about the details and to know how it's all going to work out.

These plans feel safe. They are comforting and warm. Sometimes when I'm all alone, I like to wrap myself up in them, planning days, months, years into the future. 

But then I think about all of the amazingly good things in my life; my fully bilingual daughter and smiley baby boy, the teaching experience I've gained and the job opportunities that have presented themselves, the ability to travel to amazing places as a family of 4 and the comfortable house we live in. None of these things came from my well thought of ahead of time plans. 

They came out of dreams. 

These dreams started with an idea and then a conversation. These conversations get my blood flowing, make my eyes widen and the turn the curves of my lips upward. 

There's a rush, an excitement and an anticipation. 

Over the weekend James brought up an idea he's had. When our kids both reach Middle School age, he wants to take the year off and travel the world, homeschooling the kids along the way; learning, experiencing and growing.

I loved it and got excited, and we started to dream. We talked about where we'd go, what we'd see, what we would teach the kids, and how they would show what they'd learned.

It was one of those life giving, heart pumping conversations. The kind that reminded me why I love this man.

I love him for his no-fear dreams and for the ability to dream with him. We are so much better when we dream; when we give into the truly creative beings we were made to be. 

So lets dream and keep on dreaming.