I dreamed last night that I was pregnant and at the hospital in Halifax, about to give birth. Oddly, the baby was entirely on my right side. I searched around the hospital, asking staff where to go and looking for the right place to be. Before I knew it, Adam was with me and I was holding a new and perfect baby girl - but her umbilical cord was withered and she wasn’t crying. I ran, carrying her, to try to find someone to help - but she soon started crying and was healthy and fine. We rejoiced.
I told my dream to Adam, who immediately pointed out that it was my brain processing the kidney donation in May. I then connected the dots - I donated my right kidney, it wasn’t working right away for Josh, and before long it was up and running and is now keeping him going. Wild things, dreams. I’m pleased that my subconscious wanted to wrap up the highlight of 2023 for me in that way - what a special thing to experience. Both the dream and the donation.
And with that, I will open the back door to release 2023 and open the front door to welcome 2024 and whatever it might bring. May it bring you joy, clarity, and many peaceful moments of appreciation.