I've been having the same most wonderful, special, relaxing and calming dream for the past three nights. I say the same, but really it's variations of the same. The dream is centralised around my son, 14 years old, the good times we are having together, the close bond we have, the 'man' thing a father & son get if they are really lucky.
But I don't have a son. I have three daughters. Three wonderful, beautiful and loving daughters.
And yet I keep dreaming of my son. He would have been about 14 now. We lost him four months before he was born. Who knows what he would have been like, what he would have become, who he would look like?
Well, I saw him this week, and he looked like me. And we were good buddies. And we hugged, manly hugs, and we kissed, father/son kisses, and he made me feel good.