Dreaming with Tate

Just bounded out of bed following a great dream. It’s already nearly in the wind.  I was holding grandson Tate on my lap and designing a Vanity Tag for my pickup truck (I don’t have a pickup truck.  Dreams provide astonishing gifts)

The coolest part is we were discussing awesome name ideas.  His were, as a rule, better than mine.  He was making me laugh.

It was so fabulous when sleeping.  Details went with the waking but believe me, they were fabulous. Thanks, Tate!