It had been Ryan’s dream, and he was living it. Whose dream was it not? Oh, to have land! I looked at Dan. I knew this was what he always wanted. “A vineyard, Janna, let’s grow a vineyard,” I recall him saying to me when we still were in our Long Beach home. The backyard was smaller than a two car garage. The only place we could even plant our vineyard would be in our little dirt plot measuring 3 feet x7 feet. “A vineyard, Dan? Do you mean a vine?” We would harvest two tiny grapes the size of two shriveled peas.
This was deep. I wanted to know more. I wanted desperately to hear the wisdom he had attained. We all have dreams and goals, and as I have heard before, that many, once they reach these dreams, become disappointed.