Dreams Do Come True

The past 2 days have been so lovely to be home and spend with my family and close friends. I watched the conference and was touched by many of the talks given. Yesterday, I listened to Elder Bednar's talk and became profoundly emotional and felt. We have always been a family that expresses our love for each other; my children love each other and are best friends. Blake has always told his sisters at least once a day that he loves them and is with them. Eric and I have always told our children probably too much every day how much we love them. Never a phone call ends, or someone walks out the door without expressions of love being announced. While listening to the talk, I was grateful that we have always been so free with our words to each other. However, when he started talking about expressing our testimonies, I wondered if I did enough? Do they know how much I love the gospel? I asked if my children saw me read my scriptures enough? I like to study when no one is home. We tried to always kneel for family prayer and have morning scripture study, but I'm afraid we fell short sometimes. Do they know that I kneel and pray morning and night, have a strong testimony of prayer, and know that Heavenly Father answers? I have genuinely seen miracles happen in my family because of worship, so I think that they know. I immediately wrote a letter to Blake and let him know how much I loved him. I hope he can feel the blessings pouring into our home because of his service. I love that I can watch conferences and at the same time twice a year; I know my missionary son is doing the same thing at the same time; how great is that? 
Have you ever been so deep in a dream that when you wake up, it kinda is sad because you wish it were real? I did that this morning; I woke up and wanted to go back to sleep so badly. I dreamed about when all my children were little; we were at the park feeding the ducks. Kayla was so cute and tiny in her pigtails and overalls; she was holding Kaitlyn's hand; of course, Kaitlyn's hair was white and all over the place, but she was so happy. I had Haleigh on my lap, and she and I were throwing bread pieces at the birds. Blake came running up to me and said, "mom, when I go on a mission someday, I want to go to Disneyland!" I laughed and said, "you want a Disney mission, huh?" he gave me his little boy grin, and as he walked off into the sunset, he was grown wearing his missionary suit, saying goodbye to me in Spanish. When I woke up with tears in my eyes, I thanked Heavenly Father 1st for letting me have this incredible dream and 2nd for the Miracle of Families, and that I know through this gospel of Jesus Christ we will be a family forever.
Tomorrow I am off to the Mayo Clinic for round 2, and it makes me sick right now to think of it. If anyone is reading this and you believe in the power of prayer, pray for my son as a missionary that he will be comforted and blessed during this time.