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....