Dream #11

My husband is coming home.

I am standing in our living room, holding our daughter while Milo plays with a train at my feet. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long that tears are already starting to track their way across my face. I hear a car pull into the driveway. I hear the motor spin to a stop. I hear the car door open and close. I hear his footsteps on the driveway.

He’s here. My husband is home, and as I fall into his arms, I am grateful.




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