I dreamed this morning that I was sinking deep into the sand whilst trying to walk along the most perfectly beautiful beach. I tried to avoid the big rolling splashing waves but my clothes became soaked and so I gave in to getting wet and dived in. The beach was suddenly completely crowded and I was trying to pick my way through the people; I wobbled and swayed on tip toes when a voice told me to take my time. I made my way to my dad who was sitting at the end of the beach. It wasn't a sad dream or a happy dream but quite a strangely peaceful dream.
I don't normally remember dreams, or I didn't until I became pregnant, and now I'm still remembering them. Maybe this is a small gift from George.