I had a dream last night that I met Joy the Baker.
Not just met her and shook her hand, but met her, spent time with her, and bonded.
My whole family – husband, kids, me – and a brother-in-law we never travel with – spent a weekend visiting her.
This must creep her out a little bit to know people are dreaming about her and fantasizing about being her friend. I know I’m not the only one. I’ve read plenty of other blog posts naming the same sentiment.
We traveled to San Fransisco for the purpose of spending New Years Eve weekend popping in and out of Joy’s life like we’d known each other for ages.
And it was springtime.
No one ever says dreams make sense.
We gathered for donuts and coffee in the morning – my clan and her clan.
I’ve already covered who my clan was, but her clan. . . . Continue reading