So the last few nights or so, I have been having a recurring dream. It pretty much comes down to me, coming home from work, having what appears to be my beautiful daughter, run up and jump into my arms. Giving my wife, who is also a bit pregnant with our second and I know now, a kiss and reading my daughter a story, her favorite. It happens in the house I live in now. I guess that's not what most people dream about, but considering that I rarely remember my dreams (if I have them at all) and the last recurring dream I had was well...back in early college when I was home for the summer (between freshman and softmore year).
I feel very happy in this dream. Not vexed, not stressed, not wondering how I got there, just content.