Have you ever had one of those mornings where, while waking up, you desperately try to cling to those last few minutes of sleep and those final moments of your dream because it was so . . . majestic?
This morning I did not want to get out of bed. The golden autumn sun was streaming through my window and all I wanted was another opportunity to experience the dream that, by my reckoning, had not yet finished. It wasn't a dream of wealth, luxury, or great adventures; it was a dream of friendship and love. The scene calling me back to slumber was simple. In it, I was surrounded by my friends and my husband was heading out for the day. He leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek, gracing me with love as he headed out the door. That was it, that was the dream. I thought I would write about it because that same dream--perhaps not in the actual visual, but in the underlying concept--is what prompted me to name this blog. I do not have grandiose dreams for myself and I have no desire to thrust my personal life into the public sphere. All I want for myself and my friends is to experience the joy of a love untainted by social bigotry. That's my dream, and it is the one I will cling to until it is realized.