A little girl sitting in her high chair in the middle of our Sioux Falls backyard. The grass is emerald green. The sun is shining. A gentle breeze blows her fine auburn hair around her face. She's eating...something we always tried so hard to get her to do. And she's smiling the most amazing smile.
I don't touch her or talk to her. I just stand and watch from a distance.
And then I wake up.
I've had 3 Charlotte dreams in the past 3 years, yet this is the one that I come back to over and over again. When my mind wants to carry me back to that day. When the air is sucked out of my lungs and I feel like I'm going to suffocate. When I feel like the ground might crumble beneath my feet.
Today I need that little girl in the high chair.