sneaking in a sunrise
one of my fondest memories of growing up were the little moments that i had with my parents. when i was a kid my dad would occasionally wake me up in the wee hours of morning (more like the middle of the night) and take me out for hot chocolate at dennys. we'd sit up at the bar and talk about life. i felt so grown up and important... and loved. it's funny how those little moments seem to add up to more than all of the big planned events combined.
this morning emma and i got up early to have some coffee and enjoy the late summer sunrise.
she told me all about the dream she had last night. she was on a beautiful beach and there were jewels and gold for sand, like waving gold in the water. you could breath under water and there were real mermaids... and their tails were sparkly... and it was beautiful.