Dreams are a funny thing. Not the sleeping kind, but the intentional kind. The ones we work for, stress over, cry over, and celebrate their fruition. I would call myself a dreamer. The head in the clouds kind. The one who thinks big things really can happen to little people. The one who believes in magic. Yesterday afternoon, I sat on my patio watching my beautiful son play in the backyard. As I watched him I had the strongest sense […]
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