Monday, June 8, 2009

The Night I Stopped Dreaming

It has been our Saturday morning routine- we would open our eyes, not to get out of bed, but have our morning talk. In a marriage that’s so young, as the years add up, we won’t run out of stories to tell.

That particular morning, I turned to him, finally admitting in a whisper, “I stopped dreaming.”

My past has gifted me moments of pain and sacrifice... hurt after hurt... even before I healed. So I would close my eyes each night, not to go to sleep... but to paint dreams. They were vivid... clear. Pixel by pixel, I created my tomorrow to be better.

In the daytime, I’d count the hours, anticipating every nightfall. So I could again escape to a happier place I’d sketch in my canvas.

Until the night I stopped dreaming.

Has my well of dreams gone dry?

That morning, it occured to me...

The night I stopped dreaming, was the night we started thanking.

With him, the daybreak had come.


  1. That is one of the most beautiful pictures I've ever seen.

  2. This is beautiful - I love the text and the picture. Love the blog!

    - Ali

  3. thanks lilu and ali. this was taken during our first dance- the most memorable part of our wedding night.

  4. This is a great post....I've stopped dreaming before....

  5. I just found your blog and I think it's great! Especially this post. That picture is amazing!

  6. Just found your blog & love the name! It's what caught my eye :)

  7. I stumbled upon your blog in 20SB and oh my goodness - this post was beautiful! It got me a teeny bit teary actually :)


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