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Lost in my dream

I guess I am just in one of those moods tonight. Being single sucks... but getting lost in my dream... sometimes I love it just as much as I hate it. 
There are moments where I imagine my future husband coming home from work after a long day. I greet him and ask him how his day was kissing him on the cheek. In this dream the kids are well behaved and not running around getting on my nerves talking about how they don't want to do home work. Dinner is done and ready to be served. We sit down to a meal on actual dinnerware no plastic plates forks spoons or knives. We join hands and my husband leads us in prayer. We eat and go around the table asking how each others day went. There are no electronics just us, together as a family. The children help clean the kitchen afterwards and then head off to bed kissing us goodnight. My husband and I spend time together. Maybe he wants to unwind and watch TV while I curl up next to him reading a book. Neither one of us needs to say anything just being close is enough. 
That dream... oh how I drift away and live in that dream. Only for the moment, because to dwell within that dream for too long creates a longing and an impatience. God has said wait. So again I will say; "God said wait, so I am waiting."
Goodnight folks. Just had to get this out of my head and written.

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