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I have just survived the longest and shortest year of my life.  My daughter recently turned 18 and graduated high school.  It was the longest year because it seemed there were a million things to do, endless deadlines and not enough time for it all.  It was the shortest because I knew my lovely daughter was getting ready to spread her wings and enter the world of adulthood.  I knew it was coming, but it came too quickly for me to keep up!

Most women have a vision or an idea of what the man of their dreams is like.  We have a long list of traits we can't live without and aan even longer one of those we won't accept.  We have the desire to meet that one perfect man that will make life not only bearable, but a sweet utopia.

The man of my dreams comes to me every night.  He scoops me up in his arms and tells me he loves me (and only me).  As he strokes my hair, I drift slowly off to sleep feeling safe, special and complete.