I visit with Rowan. I ask him what he wants for his birthday. He says a bright red electric car. I get it for him and he drives it around. He is five to six years old. I tell him how good he is with balls and how at two years old he could kick a soccer ball very well. I am happy.
This feels like a visitation dream. Rowan’s birthday isn’t until October 9th. He is six years old right now. He did love toy vehicles and was very good at soccer.
I am happy Rowan visited you in your dream. Perhaps he had a dream too. I was thinking about your grandsons this morning, how English will end up being their second language, not their first.
Soccer reminds me of “sock her.” Ball reminds me of “bawl.” Maybe a premonition about a future frustration? You can ignore my nutty word thoughts, Bonnie.