A couple of months ago, I received an e-mail from one of my dearest friends, Gloria, who lives in San Francisco. As I've written here and here, my friends mean the world to me. Here's how the letter went:
"Hi Christine! It was great to hear your voice today from your voice message. I am sorry I have been amiss in being in touch with you as well... I have been thinking about you and wondering how you are doing. I really wanted to email you this weekend after you were in my dreams last week. In the dream, I thought you looked overweighted, and it turned out you were pregnant!"
I wrote back:
It always makes me smile to read your e-mails, mostly because I can imagine how the conversation would unfold if we were talking in person. I'm glad to hear that C is doing well. It must have been anguishing to sit through the surgery and have to wait minute after minute. It must have driven you crazy.
Me prego? You might know something I don't know. Funny enough the conversation about starting a family came up this weekend, but it's not in our near-term plans. Wouldn't it be funny if we looked back, and you predicted something that neither Kiefer or I had any idea about. That would be really cool!"
And as it turns out...
Dreams do come true.