Missing Christopher

One of my favorite things about Christopher is his hugs and holding him on my lap. For many years when Roger would be out of town Christopher would sleep in bed with me and it is one of my sweetest memories. I still miss that special time. He used to sit on my lap in the recliner in my bedroom and I would read to him.  His hugs are the best! Toward the end of his mission I was missing him so much!

I've just remembered a dream I had about that time:

The family was on vacation somewhere similar to Jackson, WY. Christopher was young. He and I left the others and went looking for something to drink. We went into a building that seemed to be a warehouse that might be being used for performances. There were some people on a stage and a man who seemed to be their director. He said we'd have to wait till they were finished to get a drink, but Christopher could go on the stage with the others.

Suddenly, as I was distracted by the man, the kids all disappeared. When I asked where they were, he wouldn't answer. I started demanding that he 'give me back my boy!' I threatened to kill him if he didn't give Christopher back, but he just smiled and stood there. I had some kind of weapon and began to attack him, when I woke up.

The dream really upset me. I hadn't realized how much I really wanted Christopher to be back home.

Anyway, I was missing him a lot and we were at Grandpa Sharp's house and I convinced Terick to sit on my lap so I could pretend I was holding my son.

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