...or would that be, I have a dream!
Up until the wee hours of this morning I always thought that, should we find ourselves blessed with just one miracle, I would most definitely want that miracle to be speech, more so than walking...although it certainly is a struggle to have to determine which of the two would really impact ours, but mostly Sam's, quality of life the most.
It seems my heart knows though...I had a dream this morning shortly before waking up, we were at some sort of eatery, Sam and I watching the children play on the grassed area below from a patio. The children were 'zooming' around, pretending to be aeroplanes while a cinema-style big screen on the border of the play area showed movies. Sam stood next to me, clutching desperately to my hand for support and stability, as he does now. He gestured towards the play area and I slowly guided him towards the steps, which he navigated awkwardly. But once on that playground Sam started trying to walk faster and faster, straining against my hesitance to let go of his hand. I urged him over and over to wait, reminding him that he couldn't walk. Suddenly he pulled free of my hand and started running, arms outstretched in aeroplane-style. I just fell to the ground in complete and utter awe, watched him run two wide circles and then flop down on his back laughing with delight, as kids do.
The moment was exquisite...there's no other way to describe it. I've dreamt before that Sam could speak and that was super exciting...but this was something else, just pure, raw, overwhelming joy.
It is a dream I will cherish forever, or hopefully just until it becomes a reality...