I see it so plainly in a dream that so real that I can almost touch each person, each thing that my eyes perceive to be real but are not, each person, each place, and each thing are merely copies made up in my mind. Everything here, it feels so real and so right. Standing beside you, arms touching, and fingers embraced as we walk with our children. The park is so fun; the kids have a ball as they run from the swings to their daddies' arms. I can feel the sun move across my skin and the wind even plays with his hair as we talk, as we watch out little ones play, and then the scene changes and we're back at our house that we've shared for five years, and we're reading to ur kids with our funny voices before we put them to bed. As we leave the room, we smile and joke that we survived for another day. Now it is our time, when the kids are asleep and all is quiet in their bedrooms and in the house, we walk to our room. When that door is opens, and we step through that threshold, my dream closes it's door, and I awake in a daze because you and the kids aren't here by my side, so the laughter of our kids won't be heard, and our kisses will be missed, but at least I had one night to be with you and our kids.