You came to visit...

in my dreams.

Although you seemed perfectly healthy, the doctors had told us that anything could happen any time and to be prepared. And if "it" happened, I would need to take a saliva sample by scraping you inside the mouth and putting some salt (crazy dreams!) and I would need to do that quickly. So I had been practicing the technique. Then I don't remember much until you appear in a corner crying, and I go console you. You were sad knowing the seriousness of the situation. Then I woke up.

The dream wouldn't be a happy one by most people's standards, but just being with you for a little bit meant so much to me. It brought up so many warm feelings. I was able to be there for you, to comfort you, to provide for you. And my sheer existence made you happy.
Happy Valentine's Day, my love!