When he told me about his little dream, my stomach turned. It just seemed unsettling to me. I feel like the Lord protects my thoughts in even letting my mind wander to if Brayden was a "normal" two year old, running/walking all over the house. I rarely think about it. Even if my mind starts down that road, I try to put it at a screeching halt. It does us no good. Brayden is who he is...who God created.
Although I did try to imagine what image was brought to Jeremy's mind in that dream.
Brayden is one long, lean little guy.