He dreamt about Larry the Lion. Larry spoke to him in the dream. Larry told him to take better care of me.
I’ve written about Larry before. Larry was a Christmas gift from Santa Claus when I was three years old. I still have Larry, and he still works.
Hubby told me this morning that I should give Larry a hug. It may sound silly, and it may sound strange, but I took (dusty) Larry down from the shelf and hugged him.
Suddenly I was three again. Larry felt the same in my arms as he had then. I could feel his coat as it felt when he was plush and new. I could smell how he smelled when he was brand new – that soft fur and that Mattel plastic smell.
It brought me to tears. I’ve been pushing myself hard again. Life as a trucker’s wife with a part-time husband is hard enough. I also work a full-time job that requires intense concentration and attention to detail. I sometimes bring work home. I am a part-time student who won’t do school work halfway. I overachieve when it matters. I’m being asked to attend multiple meetings and tours to help decide a possible program for next year for my autistic son. I try to find blogging time and exercise time, too. I’m also scribbling book notes because I really want to write one.
Yes, Larry somehow “knew” I needed that hug today, and he chose my hubby as the conduit for his message. It may sound silly, and it may sound strange, but yes, I do believe in signs.
Im listening, Larry. It’s time to take a deep breath and hug the lion, and it’s NOT silly, and it’s NOT strange at all.