Last night I had a dream that I was a single mom. I only had one baby, who I assume was Silas. I didn't have any knowledge of Eric or the other boys. They weren't a part of the dream.
I was stressing out about finding somewhere to live. My mom and sis wouldn't let us live there because they said there wasn't enough room. (Which, by the way mom, I know if this was reality you would let us live with you!) We spent the night at some people's house, but they weren't very nice, so I knew we had to move out. I was also trying to find a job, but I was only available to work nights and weekends when my mom could babysit. It was scary and stressful. What a weird dream, right?
When I woke up I was so, so thankful for my husband. My husband takes such great care of me and our boys. He works so hard, so that I can stay home. He takes care of the finances, so that I don't have to.
Maybe my dream was God reminding me of what an amazing man I married.