Dream Come True

Have you ever dreamed that something impossible was actually possible?  That something completely unrealistic actually became reality?  I have.  A few years ago I read a blog post by Hilary Weeks where she described doing a private concert for some professional golfers.  I dreamed that it could happen to me, that I could have a Hilary Weeks concert at my house. 

Some dreams sort of fade away over time.  Though the memory of the dream is still sweet, it loses its luster as reality marches on.  Others, the kind that come true, grow bigger and bigger and sort of demand your attention in and of themselves.  This is what happened with my dream.  I listen to Hilary when I'm driving, when I'm cleaning, when I'm cooking, and when I need an extra lift in my day.  Every time I would listen to her, which was obviously a lot, I couldn't get the dream out of my head that someday she would be able to come.

This week my dream came true.  I started inquiring about the process in December.  I worked with Hilary's assistant.  I invited several close friends and family to come.  They were as excited as I was and all came together to make it possible.  And she came.

 She came and spent the whole night with us and did a private concert.  It was a surprise for Daisy, and she was thrilled.  She sat and listened and sang along to every song.

 My mother-in-law, in whose basement we dwell, graciously hosted all of us in her beautiful home so we had more space.  This is a picture of her, Hilary, Daisy and I, and my sisters-in-law and nieces.

 The little girls asked her to sign their arms and old t-shirts, and instead of calling them ghetto (like I would have) she played right along.  They were in heaven.

 My aunt and sister drove over two hours to be here...and then got caught in the snow storm on the way home.  I was so grateful they made the trip.

 Just like listening to her music inspires me to be a better person, spending time with her inspires me to reach a little higher, try a little harder, expand my circle of service, and lift those around me.  She is gifted in so many ways, and while I'll never be able to sing like her (which doesn't stop me from belting it out while I'm chopping onions) I can try to emulate her ability to be an elevating influence on all those she comes in contact with.  I can strive to follow that example.

My oldest friend in the world that I'm not related to came all the way from the other end of the state to spend this night with us.  It's hard for me to imagine spending time with Hilary without her since we sort of fell in love with her together.  It was so fun to share this night together too.

Even now, days later, I am still riding the high.  I feel uplifted and inspired by her music.  I feel my testimony strengthened by hearing hers.  I feel motivated by her example and the way she treats and interacts with others.  And I feel that complete elation that is only experienced when a dream comes true.