A Man of Great Importance

I have been thinking a lot about how much I love Brad and look up to him and about how important he is to me and my family. He is an amazing person. He is a leader, a provider, a servant, a student of the scriptures, humble, kind, giving, yes - amazing. To me, he is practically perfect.

But, he tells me, "we have to be careful because we can work on overcoming our weaknesses and we might think we are getting closer and closer to perfection, but if we start to think that, well that would be pride, and then we're in trouble." So - I guess for me to think Brad is just about perfect, makes me prideful. But that is typical. I am prideful and Brad humble - which is what makes him so close to perfection in my eyes. I guess we're a good combination because he tempers my pride. And, I guess it is good that occasionally he shows a tiny imperfection, to remind me that he is not perfect. Perfect or not, he is a man of great importance in our home.

Saturday night I had a dream that I think illustrates how important I believe Brad to be - (I loved this dream by the way - one of those that you don't want to wake up from). I'll call it . . . .

Brad - Beloved by All

Brad and I were attending some type of grand athletic event - somewhat like the Olympics. We were seated in a huge indoor arena watching a famous woman diver, who happened to also be my friend. We were on the very front row. There were thousands of people in the arena all watching different sporting events at the same time.

At some point, later in the dream, all activities were about to stop, and the massive crowd in the arena was going to sing "happy birthday" to Brad, lead by a sports team of some sort (seems like perhaps a football team.) Everyone in the arena knew Brad, though I don't know why. Anyway - the team was in the hallway looking for Brad so they could lead him out to the floor of the arena. They couldn't find him anywhere. Then I started looking.

I found Brad outside, hiding (like in the bushes or under a table, or something. I spotted his eyes peeking out from wherever it was he was hiding) because he didn't want all the attention (see, he's humble). I, on the other hand, thought the attention was fantastic (see, I'm prideful - or at least I enjoy attention)! I told the team where to find Brad and they cornered him and marched him into the arena.

We entered the arena together, Brad and I, with the team in front and in back of us. We were waving to all the cheering people, and I remember grinning from ear to ear. This was definitely one of the greatest moments of my life. At one point we stopped and Brad picked me up and twirled me around like we were teenagers, then he kissed me in front of the entire arena and the crowd roared and clapped. (We were so popular!)

Then everyone sang to Brad, and he was taken up on a platform where there was a chair waiting for him and women lined up to have their picture taken with him. I was on the sidelines with a somewhat famous guy (kind of like a Ryan Seacrest) who was talking with me. He asked me if I wanted to go up with Brad, but I told him I was fine and that I was off to check in with my famous diver friend. I wanted Brad to have his moment, and I didn't seem to care in the least about all those girls having their picture taken with him because I knew that I was his and he was mine. And everyone else in the crowd knew that too.

And that's all I can remember . . .

In my dream, Brad was not a celebrity. He was not a well-known politician or a famous athlete. He was simply Brad, and everyone in the crowd loved him. To me, he is even more important than a famous athlete, politician, or actor. He is the father of my children. He is my husband and friend. He makes me feel like I am the most incredible person in the entire world. He makes me want to be a better person. He is a most amazing man, who is practically perfect to me!