Last night I dreamed that Drew had joined the army. He was about to be shipped off to Iraq and it was the last time I was seeing him before he left. It was the most afraid and sad I ever felt in a dream. It felt so real. I was crying and clinging to him but he kept telling me how he had to go and that everything would be alright. Though somehow in my dream, I knew I would never see him again.
I woke myself up crying and rolled over to find it was only a nightmare and everything was just as it should be. I snuggled up to Drew and didn't let go for the rest of the night.
Even though my face was in his armpit when I woke next, I still felt the powerful sense of relief I had earlier in the night. The feeling of gratitude for my husband and all he is to me continued all day long and every time I thought of the dream I remembered what it felt like saying a good-bye that could have been our last.
It's funny how something as simple as a dream can put all the little things into perspective. Lately I have wanted as much room as I can get in the bed and the only thing I've had any desire to cuddle is my body pillow...
After last night i decided the body pillow is sleeping in the closet for a while. I really have no idea how I could go on if I lost Drew. I am so glad it was only a nightmare.