I have been dreaming about a house and a little boy in moments. I do not dream long stories, as I usually do, just moments of life.

In this house there is a sunroom that separates the main house from the outside. In this sunroom are benches, coats, mussy boots, a broom, a rug or two, and several hats. Matt and I are in the sun room laughing while putting on hats and mittens and boots to walk out into the snow. It is sunny outside, but cold. There is a little boy with curly hair in the room as well that is laughing with us.

In this house is a kitchen with piles of dishes that I am washing in hot water with lots of suds. I am smiling, tired, but smiling. At the table to my right is the little boy eating pancakes and Matt pouring orange juice.

In this house is a door that leads to a farm. On the farm is a barn filled with horses, ducks, chickens, cows, and goats.

Moments.

I am debating telling Matt all of these dreams, but if he finds the house in my dreams while he is searching for one up here I will insist that he buys it.

He is searching. He wants one, this year. I need to admit to myself, and to him, that I want it very much.