In dreams...

I woke up around 4am this morning, for the second day in a row, after having stayed up until just after midnight. You were working, so, after talking to you on the commute there, I got ready for bed and, as I always do, I hung out with you off and on until you got called away to help deliver a baby. When you got off, I talked with you as you drove home, then again until the early afternoon, when you got about two hours of sleep before you had to get up and head to an appointment. This is our life right now, while we’re apart, finding time when and where we can, staying up like teenagers, unwilling to give up a minute that we can sneak in. It’s beautiful. You, my sweet girl, are beautiful.

Someday, you’ll be driving home to me. Mind you, I’ll still probably stay up talking to you for a while, but in the same time zone, and I’ll almost certainly talk with you on your commute there and back. But, when you do get home, you’ll be able to rest, and wake up, in my arms, in our bed. You told me last night that you have nightmares most nights, anxiety dreams. When I asked if you’d had them when you were with me, you told me you hadn’t. While I know it’s impossible to promise you a life without anxiety dreams, I hope that I can give you one where they’re less frequent, and where, when you awaken, you can find peace and safety with me at your side. It’s the least I can offer to a woman who has made so many of my dreams come true. I love you, my beloved, with all my heart and soul.