This little boy has been visiting my dream world every other night since I first lay my head down to sleep in Japan. When he's through with me he jumps over to my wife's side of the bed and visits in her dream cycle for a while. His name is Evan and in our former lives back in the States he practically lived in our home. We miss him so much we have a chronic ache in our hearts all the time. My wife and I joke that if we could only get to Alaska we could drive all the way home.Last night his dream visit was so real. It was the kind of dream that stays with me long after the sleep has left my eyes. I couldn't dislodge his image out of my head. It stuck to my brain like peanut butter on the roof of the mouth. Before long I ended up making a call to the States to speak with him. I needed to hear his little voice, and even then, my spirit would not be comforted. To compound my melancholy it rained all day here.
Well, that's all I got to share right now. Like my mother says, I just needed to 'descansar mi pecho'.
