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I dreamt last week one night that I was sledding. I was climbing up to sled down something that looked like one of those waterslides that are super high and go straight down. It was like that, but covered with snow. Anyway – Bruno and I were going to sled down in tandem. I was terrified to go down. He kept telling me to just trust him and grab onto the rope (don’t know what the rope was for). We went down the hill backward…and it was FUN! Also - before we went down the hill, there was a little boy going down. I was scared for him too. He wasn't scared though. He was having fun as he went down too. He was actually on more of a snowboard, and was doing tricks and boarding near the edge of the slide. When I woke up, the dream was vivid in my mind. I just felt like it was symbolic of where I am right now. I’m climbing up the hill in fear. Bruno is telling me it’s ok (even though I know there’s a part of him that’s a little scared too), to just hold on tight and enjoy the ride. To have faith. To live my life and enjoy it. Then there's this little boy...this little boy that I was so scared for. He is free though, and in a happy place. My yoga teacher always says inspiring things in class to help us get through it. Last week, she was saying to us to make sure we make the most out of the transitions in between poses…the little periods of rest (even if it is just 5 seconds), so that we can make it to the next pose. She reminded us that this relates to the transitions we have in life. She is right. This is a transition I am in right now. I am sandwiched in between the loss of my sweet Marco and a new pregnancy, which I am desperately hoping for. I must take this transition time and use it to refuel for whatever is to come next. I am listening right now to Eva Cassidy’s rendition of Somewhere Over the Rainbow right now…a truly beautiful song sung beautifully by her. Somewhere over the rainbow my little Marco is resting in peace. I love you my sweetheart.