I had a dream sometime around the time I woke up today. Maybe it was a daydream; I can't really remember. But I remember what happened pretty well.I was obviously grown up. Perhaps dangerously close to old, even. I remember being in my study, in my home, which seemed like a place where I spent a lot of my time unwinding and still just relaxing on my own. Next thing I know there's a guitar in my hands and I've evidently figured out how to play it. I'm even calmly playing a chilled version of some blues song I started liking sometime years before. Midway through my song, I drop out of the zone for a second and notice my early-teenage daughter has fallen asleep on the couch in my office, listening to me playing. Well, if she's early teens, I must be close to 45.It's at that moment, as if she noticed the lack of music, that my wife appears in the doorway. Already having noticed our dozing daughter, she looks at me and smiles, satisfied at what her boy and her baby girl are up to. And I give her that exact same smile in return, the kind of thing where you share a vibe that's worth more than hundreds of words. It's because I'm happy at what the women in my life have become.