I am always thankful anytime I dream about Andrew.
And of course, as I say over and over...dreams are so weird.
Last night I dreamed I was in a house (that I didn't recognise) but it was obviously "my" home. I was watching TV and suddenly I remembered that I had a baby and not only that but I dreamed I hadn't seen or heard that baby in two hours. I was in a panic. I looked all over the house and all the while kept thinking about what a bad mother I was to not keep an eye on my baby.
Then suddenly there was another person in the house, a man (I can't say who he was - either I didn't know him or I don't remember it now) and he very calmly walked over to the door leading to the garage and opened it and hollered for me that Andrew was safe and sound in the garage. I ran to the garage and there he was sitting in a box. Well, actually its wasn't a box it was this small wooden trunk that I keep photographs in. He was sitting there , like you see him in this picture, and he was looking at photos of himself.
I grabbed him up and held him close and was so embarrassed that I had lost him in the first place, kept telling this man what a bad mother I was...
Dreams are weird....

September 26th 2006 was the last day I saw my son, held him, heard his voice...enjoyed his laugh. I will always love and miss this boy...

"There remains therefore a rest for the people of God." Hebrews 4:9

Andrew was a kid (as well as a pre teen - a teenagers - a young adult and finally an adult) who could sleep anywhere at anytime. He would crack us up with the crazy places and positions he would fall asleep in. He went to bed early his whole life and was a senior in high school before he started staying late. I think breathing was such a problem for him and he never ever slept through the night (or rested much when he did sleep) so its not surprising that he could conk out at the drop of a hat.

I don't know if we sleep in Heaven - I kind of doubt it - but if we do he's probably off on a cloud somewhere with his beautiful black eyes closed and drawing in long, deep, smooth breaths as he dreams a dream we can't begin to imagine.