A well boy

When I woke this morning the sharp sorrow of last night had dulled and softened. Brad asked if I had dreamt. I tried to remember something specific but couldn't pinpoint anything. Yet, I had this wonderful sense of a well, happy little boy. It wasn't baby Sully but a little boy Sully, and he gave me such a sense of comfort. I don't really know what to call that, but I hope I wake to it again and again.