Every night before she goes to bed she wants to know what we’re going to do when we wake up.
And after breakfast?
Go to school? See Grammy? Have a play date? Go to the park?
And after that?
Sometimes we discuss what she’s going to dream about. Anything so that she doesn’t have to go to bed just yet.
This morning she asked me what I dreamt about.
I told her I dreamt of her in a ballet outfit. Because I did. She emptied the contents of her drawers in search of the pink leotard and slippers.
She danced for me.
She told me she dreamt about butterflies and rainbows and princesses.
I hope she did. I really hope she did.