Anticipation

Last night I dreamed that I was the one down on one knee.

An unconventional proposal because tradition was already ruined.

You don’t realize how much of a wedding is centered around

a father

until he is gone.

 

Looking up at my love, hands shaking from nerves,

all I could think was how badly I wanted to make him

a father.

 

I woke up in his arms and turned to whisper “Good Morning”

Half sleep, he put his forehead to mine

pressing silent vows into my third eye.

I exhaled and the dream was gone.

 

There is no rush this time.

There is no uncertainty.

I’ve already seen our daughter in his eyes.