plural

Two months ago today Sully was born. We have moved from the singular to the plural. From here on out months will never be singular again. It was the same with the first day, they became days. A week became weeks. Now a month has become months. I know "year" will eventually move into the plural as well just as "decade" will.

I dreamed of Sully again the night before last. He was a baby this time, probably close to what a two month old would be like. He happily laid on our bed while I talked and played with him the way mothers do with their infants. In my dream I knew he wouldn't be with me forever but I remember hoping that he could stay for a long time. When I woke, I had that moment where reality is still the dream. Slowly it came back to me that Sully had already gone, that he had lived only six days, that there was not a two month old baby in my house. But, I was OK. Thankfulness for the sweetness of the dream and the comfort in it lightened the sadness.

And now my dreams of Sully since he died have moved into the plural as well.