Dreaming with a Broken Heart

This morning while Jack and I were driving around running errands John Mayer's song "Dreaming with a Broken Heart" came on. Jack was quiet for a few moments and then very pensively said, "Momma, I agree with John Mayer." I asked him what exactly did he agree with John Mayer about? He replied, "Momma, waking up really is the hardest part." He was so sincere that I had to stop myself from laughing out loud given how HARD I try to get him to go to sleep, and how easily he rebuffs my efforts. Instead, I told him I agreed that sometimes waking up is the hardest part. He then asked me why waking up was hard to do when you have a broken heart. I told him how when Papa was serving his mission in Tahiti how much I missed him and loved him even though he was far away. I told him that sometimes I would dream about seeing him and being with him, and how hard it was those mornings to wake up and realize I was still so very far from him. He really liked my story and asked me to tell it again. He then asked me to tell him what happened after Papa came home from his mission. I told him all about Zack getting home to LA and Grandpa Z giving him the keys to his car and telling him to go see me in San Diego after he had been released. I told him about seeing him for the first time in two years and how much we still loved one another. He asked me to tell him the next story and I found myself telling my child for the first time the story of his parent's falling in love, waiting for each other, getting engaged, getting married and finally having a sweet baby boy that we fell in love with at first sight. I thought about how these stories of Zack and my pasts merging into one would carry meaning in his life that I couldn't quite grasp. So tonight I am grateful to John Mayer for helping prompt this sweet experience.