We had dreams. Some of those dreams came to pass, others didn't. But we keep dreaming.
When I was little there was a time where I wanted to be a ballerina, and John had wanted to be a pilot.
I wanted to be a surgeon, then a nurse (among other things). I even started taking classes to achieve that. But I wanted to be a wife even more. And a mother. I wanted a home and garden, a husband and babies of my own, a place where I could create beauty and take care of the ones I love.
Some of those dreams will never become real. Some of them have. Some of them are in progress, becoming reality. There are some, though, that are still so far from becoming real that it takes all the hope that is in me to keep them alive. Because, "hope does not disappoint us..." (Ro 5:5) and "God is faithful ..." (I Cor 1:9).