No, I'm not turning into a Paula Abdul fan.
I had one of those dreams last night. It was vivid and real. She showed up with a box of pictures from one of our trips, and it was so real to me I could feel the texture of the prints on my finger tips, I could smell the scent of her soap in my nostrils. It didn't have any of that surreal feeling that is so common in dreams, it was just the way it would happen in real life, it was awkward at first, then comfortable and yes, wonderful.
I rarely remember my dreams at all.
Except for those.
I remember thinking (in the dream), I can't do this again, I can't do this again, even as I was clearly basking in the glow of her company.
I woke up and I swear I could smell her soap on the pillow next to me.
The good news is, that even a couple of months ago, that dream would have given me a miserable week.
Today, it gave me a miserable half a day.
I'll take progress however it comes.