"I had a dream, Mama." Her words are breathed into the pillow she is hugging. Her eyes are still closed. Her lips curved into a sleepy smile.

She had a dream.

My heart sings.

"What did you dream about, baby?"

She rolls into me. Her eyes still closed as if to preserve the images from her dream for just a moment longer. She tells me about a yellow slide and playing with a boy and a girl and laughing and running in the grass. It sounds lovely.

My baby girl dreams in color. Images of happiness and sunshine visit her while she sleeps.

She's three.

And she remembered her first dream.