Having a dream come true is wonderful.  Helping to make that happen isn’t bad either.  These last two weeks, Pat and I have tested the truth of both of these statements.

    I have never known anyone who loves the snow more than Pat does.  She loves to see it.  She loves to walk in it.  She is deliriously happy if she can walk in snow while snowflakes are falling.  I, on the other hand, don’t like cold weather.  And I am less than enthusiastic about the snow (to put it mildly).

    Almost ten years ago I took her to Colorado to spend some time in the snow.  We rode the Ski Train from Denver to Winter Park, where our son, Steve, picked us up and drove us through the snow back to Denver.  We spent three nights in a rustic cabin at Montezuma (10,400 feet, 2-3 feet of snow), before we flew back home.

    From that time on, Pat has referred to that week as her “Dream Vacation.”  She has talked about it often, and wished many times that she could go again.  But other things got in the way and we never could seem to make it back in the winter.

    Although she didn’t think it would happen, I was determined to make it possible for her to see the snow in the mountains at least once more before our traveling days are over.  So we made our plans to go.  And good friends Murray and Betty Wise helped make the dream real by inviting us to their beautiful log cabin near Creede, Colorado.

    We spent some time with our son in Denver, then spent three nights at the cabin with Murray and Betty, and long-cherished friends Don and Lena Gibson.  We were gone almost two weeks, and we had a wonderful time.

    We both enjoyed the fellowship with our friends, and we both enjoyed the beautiful views. That would have been worth the trip.  But there was more.  Pat got to walk in the snow, more than once, and while snow was falling once or twice.  She was beside herself with joy.

    And me?  There were things I was not enthusiastic about, but they faded into insignificance when I saw the look on Pat’s face and the sparkle in her eyes.  As we stood in the snow together, she was grateful for a dream come true.  I was grateful I could help make it happen.