I dreamed I was holding Simon. He was healthy and perfect. He was wearing pink. But I had a yellow blanket that I was trying to cover up the pink with, and keep him warm. He was crying, but then I shifted him to my shoulder and he stopped...content. I was walking with him...it felt good...natural...right.
I never have dreams about Lyra. I've never had one about Simon, until now. I don't pay much attention to dreams...but this one made me want this one to mean we're bringing him home with us.