What dreams may come ... (one of my favorite movies BTW)

It's normal for me to have vivid dreams. Dreams I remember. Dreams that scare the crap out of me. Dreams that inspire.

Add to that all the wonderful pregnancy hormones and the fear of being considered high-risk and well, you've got yourself one dreaming gal.

Last night I dreamt about some past, um, well, let's call them ex-boyfriends. Well, one specifically. I've dreamt about him actually often. But maybe that's because I've often wondered what ever became of him - if he became the man he wanted to be (he was known to be a bit of a player back then) and if his family was still together.

In this dream, there we are, both of us with our families. Pretending not to notice the other because of the past (we didn't exactly end our relationship on the best of terms). And then at one point I walked straight up to him and told him how I had felt about him through the years. It was an open, honest, raw moment. I haven't had one of those in a dream in quite some time. (In fact, I think the last time I had such a moment was after my dad died and I dreamt he and I were speaking while he was in heaven ... I asked him if he could see and hear us, he had to go ask God, who of course said yes. I asked him if he would continue to be able to do so, he had to go ask God again, who again, said yes. Then I had this sensation of falling and boom! I woke up. Very surreal.)

Back to my dream last night.

So I confronted this ex of mine and told him exactly how I had felt about him through the years. I then shared that in spite of the feelings I had, I was so very thankful to be madly in love with my husband and son.

It was strange. I've never tried to verbalize feelings for another man other than my husband. But it's true that I dated before Bubba Joe's dad. And I had fun doing so. (I also had my heart trampled on quite a few times, but that was all part of the experience.)

I realized then and there just how much I truly love my husband.

I cannot imagine taking a single step in this life without him by my side.

He has seen me at my best. He's seen me at my worst. But mostly, from day one, he's seen through all the walls and barriers that I put up, pretending to be someone I'm not.

He's helped me to see my gentle side as a side that is strong. And that my weaknesses can be improved upon.

He's held me up when I fell. He's carried me what I crumbled. He's been my source of inspiration on so many levels. (and all this for a guy who was raised atheist ... not bad, eh?)

So while I have a tendency to wonder what if about so many things in my life, I do not have regrets. Nope, I don't regret you, my ex, for all those times we spent together. Because without you, I wouldn't have found my BJD. And without my BJD, I wouldn't have found me.