A cool autumn breeze coming through the open bedroom window gently roused me at 3am. There seemed to be a sweet quality to the air.
I grabbed the butter fleece blanket at the end of the bed and pulled it over me. The comforting extra bulk enticed me to burrow down, and the sheets already felt warmer. I quickly returned to sleep.
And then …I heard a footstep and felt a movement next to the bed. It was Rick whispering “I’m finally home, Sweetie!” close to my ear as he climbed under the covers. I moved closer to him as he chuckled and said “Oh, it’s so nice to be warm!”. And we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
It seemed just moments later I woke up. I immediately recalled the dream and had such a warm familiar feeling of being loved. In the 3.5 years I’ve been on this widow journey, I’ve learned to treasure this feeling, carrying it with me. It renews the ‘spark’; the outlook of glimmers, possibilities and more good things to come, more treasure ahead in life.
*This is one way I receive ‘love notes’.
*This type of thing in part is why I still wear my wedding ring, only check ‘widow’ on official forms and why Facebook still has my status as ‘married’.
*This is the sort of ‘visit’ I share in Widow forums, addressing how it is I don’t feel total loneliness.
*This is why I frequently declare “Love lasts forever”.
Treasure Every Day 