And Soon

I cannot say I have had a lot of dreams. That would be an untruth. Even in youth I wore a cloak of pessimism, never believing in “I could” or “I can.”

Admittedly, the one that never left my inner being was the dream of a prince, not unlike the one called Charming. However, that always seemed unlikely.

Perhaps it was a late adolescence or maybe even delayed childhood that was the cause. Still, I rarely thought of what I could or might not achieve.

Everything I even vaguely desired seemed to fall into the realm of impossibility. College, perhaps, was the beginning of an awakening that childhood was over.

I wanted additional education, but not with enough desperation to fight to achieve it. And I never admitted it fell within my grasp.

I believe watching others mature faster was when the first trickles of hope began to fester. That was the moment I understood I did not want what others did.

I wanted something different, but I had no clue how to achieve it. So the tiny sparks of desire stayed dormant within my soul.

Until I met him, the Prince far better than Charming.

My Prince was real not mythical and miracle of miracles, he loved me.That opened a different door. One that allowed dreams to flood in with the strength of a tsunami.And God allowed me to have them for more than half of my lifetime.

Little by little they began to leave as I aged, but never going too far. Some live not only in memory (my departed love) but always in a sense of unbroken togetherness bound by eternity.

Others are more robust and bolster my aging frame with comfort in oh, so many and diverse ways. Daily phone calls, Sunday visits, and weekly FaceTime trips across country.

Yet I know the hourglass is slowly but surely winding down, and an adieu is close. And momentarily reverting to the innocence of childhood, I feel shock and amazement at all the glorious dreams I never dared to have that were mine.