Sunday, February 28, 2016

I Do

In a small informal ceremony in my dreams last night, little sweetheart, you married me. A few of us and your mom and dad were gathered in a long, narrow, pretty room that reminded me of one of your beautifully appointed walk-in closets. We were waiting for your entrance and I sneaked around the corner and stole a glimpse of you standing alone awaiting your cue, breathtaking, in a gorgeous dress. You looked up, startled, and then smiled and said "No peeking." The Most Impatient Girl told me I had to wait. That, as ever, seems like a sign. You're always telling me something, aren't you, my love? Always teaching me. What a wonderful dream, my little sweetheart. Thank you. Yes, no peaking. I'll see you soon...

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