Dreams Come True

I wonder. Heading out for our first family vacation in years to hang in the warmth of the sun and to snorkel and sail after a year of health crises and loss. My Dad always talked about wanting to take the whole family away on vacation and yet he died before he was able to manifest that dream. Because of all those comments made over the years, I wonder if a family vacation in Antigua is a personal dream of mine, or if I am nurturing the unfullfilled dream of my Dad. Do our children inherit our dreams like our DNA? Or or genetic health predispositions? And if so...is my Dad's conciousness somewhere he can appreciate the dream being made real. Does it matter where the original dream seed came from? As long as we tend it patiently until it sets forth its bud?Maybe some dreams resemble perenniels....or trees. Someone back in time planted the original seed and when I became a person who tends the cherished family dream, my job is to keep the weeds away and to trust the growth and blossoming will happen in its own time. That idea makes me happy. That means its possible that Sam and Will might one day tend some of the seeds I've planted and that the fruition of their dreams may be offshoots of some of my own. What a wonderful bone to chew while we set out on this journey as a family. I'm sure I'll have more to say on this when I say good bye to the men and return to Maine to plant my food garden and savor the moments that we shared together in the Carribean. Just now...I feel certain I'm off to open a great gift.