“Well, when you do want to marry, what do you want him to be like?” I baited, playfully jabbing her in the ribs with a piece of driftwood. “And don’t kid around.” … Tilting her head back, she thought for a moment and then said quite honestly, “Like a familiar sweet dream. The kind you dream every so often and can’t remember when you wake up, but you long to dream all day long. Or like a favorite book you loved as a child and forgot about until you found it in an old box in the closet.” RomanceDreamsSweetPiperAunt EdieHusband Goals Book:Voyage of the Sandpiper Source: Voyage of the Sandpiper