Yesterday morning, before awakening to you putting on your socks and getting ready to leave for work, I had the most lovely dream. I refused to tell you out loud because of reasons. But I feel as though writing it down will help extract it from my head and let me move on to other thoughts.
We went to the courthouse and were married. It was full of sweetness and happiness and love. Then we met your brother for a meal at a diner and since we had eloped, he was the first person to hear the news. He was so happy for us and you were so happy for us and I was, too.
And that is what breaks my heart. He won’t be there whenever it happens. He won’t be there to hold our future children or to visit us on vacation or to play Halo 3 with you.
And that sucks. It’s unfair. It’s downright tragic. But it is what it is and there’s no changing it so we have to live with it and all I can do is be there to comfort you when you’re sad.