I took a bit of a nap this afternoon. And in doing so, I choose to believe I saw my future. I dreamed that he was there. He came in with our son and daughter and saw me sleeping. He wished he could've been ahead of our son, who was running in tearing his coat off. I roused out of the sleep-state and he held our daughter over me so that we could kiss one another hello. He took my iPod and headphones from me, taking care of me. As I woke and joined my family, we convened in the kitchen where we danced to Nikka Costa's "Till I Get to You." He and I bumped our hips-- his left, my right-- together as he kept holding our daughter on his right hip. Our son and I danced to the right of him. He was wearing a white shirt with tie. I was casual clothes fit for a nap.
It was vivid. And I believe it was a peek at the future.
I told God a few days ago that I was truly ready to find love. I've never believed that before, and I've certainly never made such an affirmative statement.
Ever since, I've been claiming these visions of the future. No mocking is necessary, my heart confirms.
Did I tell you how happy we were? The four of us? And what a good father he is? And how much we all love one another?
We were/are.
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