Mark wrote the following for me. Like everything else he does for me, it touches me to the core.

I dreamt of deep hazel eyes in which I swam, and drowned and found myself floating in a sea of stardust ripples, drifting closer to home.

I dreamt of warm arms and a throbbing heart awaiting, of tender kisses encompassing, of a stunning smile engulfing, inviting, drawing me closer to home.

I dreamt of daily hugs, of hourly squeezes and annual milestones, of watching little children run around, of fixing broken fixtures in a house we built, of returning to a cozy place we both call home. Capturing, closing in, calling me home.

I dreamt of home because I dreamt of you.