Pile of Very Good Things

And this morning I realize I needn't depend strictly on dreams.

I remember the long drive home, when my spirit was crushed and it all seemed too much. You snuck in to tell me it would all be okay, and then that it would all be perfect, beyond anything I could have imagined.

I remember the long drive out where you revealed all the things you had seen that I had never gotten to see. Tiny sprouts just off the beaten path that now made a forest ripe for exploration.

I remember the night I banged on the door, and was refused entry, and the morning after when I asked to come home and was escorted through great effort back to where I needed to be.

I remember as children the inexplicable night in the barn. Playing video games at your place and staring bright eyed after, all the way home in the dark. 

I remember every Easter Egg you've ever hidden just for me. Seemingly solid color until I realized I had been color blind in each case and they all just plainly said "For Evan."

I remember playful transference tests, and even more playful responses.

There is so much I remember, and not just in my dreams. I need to keep in mind sometimes things are not what they seem.