Last night on Christmas Eve, I had a dream about my husband.
He was just glowing and beautiful.
His blonde hair, soft and curly. His complexion, just dreamy.
It was like he was covered in a light. He was wearing what looked like a black tux.
With a white shirt beneath.
I was surprised by this image until I looked all the way at him and noticed his pants were the blue jeans he always wore.
He looked so healthy and just the way I know him to be.
But, like a fool, I said, "Wait! Where are you going? You know you can't go out."
Just then, I noticed that he did not have any oxygen on. He was standing beautiful, pure and ready to go.
"I have a doctor's appointment." He said.
"Is it possible you are actually getting better?" I asked him.
Then, the dream was over.
It was my first dream about him since he passed.
I look at this like the best Christmas present I could ask for.
All day today, as you can imagine, I missed him. I kept looking up and asking for his approval.
"Do you think I am doing okay? Can you see that I am trying very hard to handle what, I suppose, you believe I can?"
Still, what could a wife want more than to see her hubby so lovely and glowing.
So handsome and assured-
as he was last night in my dream.