Blue Jean Boy

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.

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