The Years Are Short... I had a dream last night where I showed up for a family party and the 9-year-old Dalton was there. I was enjoying his sweet, silly 9-year-old self for a long while before I realized something about this wasn't right. I began questioning what it could be. "We both know Dalton is 31, right?" I asked Doug. "Yes," he said, and we both turned and looked at Dalton across the room. "But look. He's 9." I went and asked my dad the same thing. Same response. Until one of us spoke it aloud, none of us had realized this could not be real. In my dream I busted into tears and ran and hugged Dalton so tight, refusing to let him go. Eventually, he started making funny faces and doing silly things, trying to make me laugh instead of cry... like he always did when he was little. And I remembered those faces and silly antics and they were so real, so just like him... My heart was breaking because I knew, now that I had identified it, this was t...
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