I didn't want to wake up this morning. I was having such a great dream.
Dwight and I were in a large flat-style apartment. Deborah and Ryan were the only 2 children we had with us. I think Ryan was probably 7-9 years old and Deborah was probably 11-13 years old. Dwight and I were just waking up when we noticed Deborah and Ryan in the room with us. We quietly watched as Deborah continued to teach Ryan to walk.
A little later in the dream, we all walked behind Ryan as he walked into the chapel. No one (including Dwight and I) knew that he was so close to walking. Our friends at church shared in our joy and there weren't many dry eyes that morning.
I hope I never forget this dream.