It was such a relief to wake up and realize that it had all been a dream.  But I haven't been able to get it out of my head.  I hadn't felt that insecure since my single days of dating.  It's made me realize all over again just how lucky I am to have Dan.  He has never (dreams excluded) made me feel like he doesn't love me.  Even though we have a list of things we completely disagree about, I know that those things don't change how we feel about each other.  And if I hadn't had my heart broken in the past, I wouldn't have been able to refine the list of qualities I was looking for in a husband.  He's intelligent, helpful, protective, thoughtful, etc.  He's a better cook than I am, and he does the dishes and vacuums more often than I do.  When I'm stressed he always asks what he can do to help.  He loves the kids and doesn't call it 'baby-sitting' when he has them on his own.  He makes me feel attractive and tells me I'm a good mother.  He puts up with my neuroses, and he likes my family.  He's funny and thinks I'm funny, too.  He's a gentleman but not in a condescending way (his mom raised him right).  He's fun to hang out with and is truly my best friend.  It's a little too early for this to be a Father's Day tribute, but I need him to know how much I love him, and I'm not really good at telling him on a regular basis.  I'm much better at putting it on the Internet for a bunch of strangers to read.