Dream The Impossible Dream

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This old gal...

Hasn't felt well this past week...side effects from an antibiotic not helping the matter any...was taking a rest...a middle-of-the-day-lay-on-the-bed-and-do-nothing kind of rest...

Had a book ready to read but hadn't gotten to it yet, when all of a sudden...there it was...or more like, there HE was...crooning his heart out right there in the front room, no more than 6 feet away...

The King...the King of Rock 'n Roll...the man who'd stolen the heart of ten-year-old me, the one and only—Elvis Presley...

Loved Elvis Presley...loved, loved, loved him...little-me would lay on the floor of the bedroom for hours, listening to his album and declare to that mother of hers that, one day, she was going to marry him...

Who bluntly replied that it was impossible because he was old enough to be her dad—but that doesn't mean a young girl can't dream...

And now...fast forward fifty years or so and what to my wondering eyes should I see? That husband of mine, listening to those old Elvis favorites just like one of us did so many years ago...

And that's when it came clear...that dreams do come true...even impossible dreams...because even though this old gal loved the King so many years ago...she loves this man of hers...even more...
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And little-me...would agree...