Sunday afternoon Abby and I were napping. I was nodding off and on as I read my iPad, and she had fallen asleep reading her Kindle.
“Do you know where Sioux City is?” she asked without opening her eyes. She was dreaming. A moment later, again without opening her eyes, she asked, “Are you thinking of buying an airplane?”
She continued her nap for a bit, and when she woke up, she remembered dreaming about moving to Sioux City and buying an airplane.
It was an intimate, quiet moment. It felt good.