Shannon's dream carries her to the past.

It had been a large gathering for her birthday.  She had eaten too much cake and was in the bathroom, near her parent's bedroom.  Dad voices his concern to Mom, "I wish Shannon would just call me, Dad.  I hear the way she says Josiah Stephen.  I see the way she pinches his cheeks and kisses him.  If he's so much like me, Josiah Stephen, then how come the bigger version of him is so unhuggable?"  

     Then Shannon's dream carries her to her favorite short story, the book Dad had given her: The Princess and the Poppy.   She and Dad suddenly become the story, as they run down a hillside of delicate orange flowers.   It is not the flowers they gather up.   They gather each other up in each other's arms.