This one, she sleeps well. And she wakes looking like she's done 10 rounds with the doona. Hair askew, puffy eyes, gorgeous.
"Did you sleep well?"
"What did you dream about, baby?"
"Bufflies and wainbows."
She reels it off in her croaky little voice, and while I know she's only repeating something she heard me say a long while ago, it always makes me smile.
I imagine being able to plant seeds for her real dreams so easily, filling her sleeping visions, and the imaginings that may come to life, with little waymarks, guiding her forward into a wonderful future.
What did you dream about, baby?
Endless play. Adventures, big and small. Passionate learning. Far-flung destinations. Deep and lasting friendships. Fulfilling, creative work. One true love (but only after a handful of lesser ones). Beautiful, healthy, funny children, in a long time, after many other important things have been done.
Long life. Contentment.
Butterflies and rainbows.