My beautiful grandson (if you have one yourself, he is as beautiful as yours) will be two next week. He has an amazing smile, you know one of those that makes your heart melt.
This afternoon I had a little nap after a long and refreshing walk.
The dream that came was a dream of dreams. In it I was carrying my grandson to all the great conflicts in the world and we stopped. My grandson did what he does best and smiled at the conflicting parties. Every conflict stopped.
We had great fun and agreed that if conflicts flare up again we go and travel and smile. If life was just a dream.