where dreams are made of

believe that dreams come true every day, because they do.

Today a friend told me that her dream to have a baby has come true. I couldn’t be happier. Happier still because she assures me the baby was not conceived on my couch. I have no doubt that she’ll make a great mother one day.

What are we without a dream? Or a purpose?

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