Dreaming

In a recent conversation, Morgan made me realize that I don't dream enough.

It's true, I hardly ever dream.

I never imagine my wedding day, although I know I'll have one.
I never try to imagine my life as a mother, although I know I'll be one.
I've never really dreamt about what my house will be like, or what I'll make for dinner each night when Wayne comes home from work.
I don't dream about what my graduation from college will be like.
I've never dreamt about how my first day of teaching school will go.

Though I know all these things will happen, they are more like plans than dreams; I never daydream about the details, I just plan on them happening one day.
Why is it that I don't dream?
All girls dream about their wedding day.
All girls dream about what they'll name their children, what they will be like and look like.
All girls dream about what their house will look like, and how they will make it a home.
So why don't I?

I want to dream.
I want to imagine what my life will be like, in detail.
Every single detail.

So today, I'll dream