Dreaming

Early this morning, I was having the most wonderful dream. I was on vacation in paradise. I think it was a cruise (Jeff and I went on a cruise for our honeymoon and we had such a wonderful time that we hope to someday go on another one. Maybe this is my sub-conscience telling me that its time). It was so awesome to sit in the sun and enjoy cocktails, go snorkeling, get amazing food and be waited on hand and foot. The only problem on this cruise was that someone brought their baby with them and it was crying uncontrollably. They just could not get it to stop and they alway seemed to right next to us. When we sat down to our nice romantic meal, there was the crying. When we went ashore to go snorkeling, there was that baby. (Who takes a baby snorkeling?) I even had our room moved to another level so that we were not right next to their room. But nothing seemed to work. The baby would not stop crying. I was beginning to fell like I was going crazy. We spent all this money, planned and saved for this lovely time and now it was ruined. If I wanted to hear crying all the time I would have stayed home. Why in the world would some one take a baby on a cruise... wait a minute, that cry sounds familiar... yes I think that I know that cry... Quinn? Alright, alright, I'm awake. I realize that it was a dream and the baby I hear crying really is Quinn. Time to start the day and by the sounds of it, I am getting a late start.