{Photo taken at Harrods in London, England.}

A dog-eared Bride Magazine lay on the center of an orange shag circle of elbows and smiles. The new issue is the spotlight of lazy afternoon conversation at the home of my high school girlfriend, our frayed jean legs bumping into stacks of Velveteen dreams.

I never owned a copy of any bridal magazine. I was too afraid to dream like that. It seemed so . . . presumptuous.

How does a young girl awakened by the drunkards her mother brings home after midnight, dream of tufted trains and bouquets of beauty? Dreaming of prince charming meant opening my heart to potential disappointment. So I avoided them: dreams and disappointment.

I’m over at Holley Gerth’s today, sharing my God-sized Dream post with her readers. Holley is asking,”Why is your dream worth pursuing, fighting for and seeing through no matter what happens?”  Come on over and join the conversation. Holley is good company and I’m honored she invited me to share with her audience. I would love to see you in the comments.

And don’t forget, we’re starting our book club tomorrow on Wonderstruck with an opportunity to link up your post.