A Nightmare

I've been waiting to write my first post in December because so many things take place this month and I haven't had any idea where to start. I'll wait until those dates arrive to give a more elaborate description of everything happening!

Yesterday I spent the entire day with kids. I had practicum with my preschool kids bright and early. I worked at Happy Hands all afternoon. And finally, I babysat the cutest twins ever all evening. It was definitely one of my preferred ways to spend a day.

Today I'm just the girl. Nothing too exciting is happening on this date. I got to enjoy a beautiful Holiday party for the Deaf children of Tulsa. It was wonderful. I love seeing all their faces light up. Such a beautiful thing!

Today, though, started out rough. You know when you're having a dream and you wake up in the middle? When you fall back asleep it's never the same and you're always left wondering what happens? Yeah. I wish that would have happened.

I woke up at a respectable time for most people. About 8. I had what would be called a nightmare. The jist of it was that the Marine died. Shrapnel to the head. It was miserable. When I woke up, I planned to go back to sleep because it was too early and plus, I wanted that out of my head. So back to bed.

The story continued. He was still dead. It started right where I left off. I can't be sure, but I think the crying took place in real time as well as dream land because my eyes were all funny when I got up. There was a huge knot in my stomach as well.

Of course, my first instinct when I woke up was to check with Marine to make sure he survived the night. He has been busy all day and hasn't been around his phone (I'm hoping) to assure me that I'm not crazy.

The knot stays.

If you happen to spot him, let me know! I need a little peace of mind right now :)