The Long-Ago Dream.
I loved our little staycation. Actually, we loved it. We relaxed and had dinner and talked and watched the Olympics. And swam. A lot. Like four separate times in forty eight sun-soaked hours. I read a book on a lounge chair. I drank an iced coffee with my legs dangling in the water. I wore my big floppy hat. And new sunglasses, too.
I have waited all summer for this. When I was little, I loved swimming. Take us to a pool and my brother and I would stay in it until the very end. We were of I-can-swim-faster-than-yous and one-last-jumps. We loved every single opportunity we had to swim in a pool. And, I've found, I still very much do.
My dream as a kid was to have a house with an in-ground pool. Somewhere between quitting the swim team and becoming a far too serious adult, I forgot that dream.
Oh, but this weekend? The dream is back.
Afterall, you're never too old to dream a new dream. Or rather, to dream a dream you had forgotten you dreamt in a long-ago life.
What dreams have you forgotten, friends?