When I normally think of dreams I think of those incredibly special times when Jacob has come to visit me during those few nights that I am actually able to rest my mind and sleep. My last dream was of him walking through a door and hugging me. Just hugging me. I always awake and am so grateful to have experienced his presence, but also long for him even more. It truly is a bittersweet feeling.

Dreams are also all those things that we had for our children as they grew older. I dreamt about Jacob meeting the love of his life. The woman who would accept and love him and all his beautiful qualities. I dreamt about his wedding and the children they would create together. I dreamt about him growing older and enjoying a long life. I was not supposed to bury my child. These are things we were robbed of when our children passed away. We must allow ourselves to feel and grieve what could have been, and always be grateful for those sweet dreams of their visitations when we least expect it.