A Good Dream

Usually my dreams are pretty bad, but I had the nicest dream last night. My Beau was all grown up, and he was such a delightful young man. And I got to meet the girl he was going to marry. Her nickname was Jilly, and it's short for Julia. And she's a sweetie.
Real? Dunno. I can hope. I guess I'll find out in a few years.
Life wasn't perfect, of course, but that dream put a smile on my face all day. If Jilly's real, she'd be two-years-old right now, 'cause she's a year younger than he is. Beau was just such a great guy.
Considering that right now he's three and whines a lot, I needed that reassurence that he'll grow up well.