May 24, 2016

Dream Date

Monday morning, coffee in hand on a seemingly gloomy, overcast morning, I walked from my car into my office. Just before placing my hand on the door, it hit me.

Two weeks ago today, this moment, I heard "I love you, bud" for the last time. 

I told myself to get it together. You say all the time to not dwell on sadness, listen to yourself.

My day moved on like any Monday. I blinked and the day was over and I was laying in my bed with my husband. The room was quiet, except for the thoughts that were knocking around in my head.

"I miss him," I said, telling my husband about my realization earlier in the day of the two-week marker.

"I know you do," he said, hugging me tighter.

We drifted off to sleep. 

My dreams have been vivid and colorful the last few weeks- but they haven't made any sense at all...until last night.

I was walking Little Miss into school, hand in hand, Mom by our side. As we opened the door, there he was- my daddy. He looked like he did when he would walk me into school when I was Little Miss's age- big broad shoulders, red beard, huge smile. He took my hand and squeezed it three times. {i love you}

"I love you, bud!" he said, smiling into my eyes.

"I love you, too!!" I said, as we walked on.

I woke up for the first time in weeks with a happy heart. He knew just what my heart needed to hear- and I'm so thankful!

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