He looked at me as we were waking from sleep this morning.
With a sparkle.
"I had a dream about our daughter," he said.
"What?" It took me a few times to realize what he was saying.
"Tell me more!" I pried.
"She was beautiful."
"Did she have big brown eyes?" "Yes."
"Chubby cheeks?" "Yes, and frizzy hair," he gushed.
"I'm SO jealous!" I said.
He went on, "She was two years old. We were in an adoption office. She gave me a hug!"
He had the most content smile, remembering.