Fielding compliments for a baby, post-haircut, first haircut, on an above ground subway cart. Jess next to me and smiling at our dark haired bright eyed little girl, swiping hairs off her nose as she scrunches and looks like her mother. The same little nose scrunch her mother does when she's smiling at me and there's no other words to say. But here, our daughter with stray half hairs on her face and a cute little cut is scrunching her nose in irritation. The contrast is adorable. Bouncing her on my knee and accepting compliments from strangers with a "she's normally happier, but i think the hairs are bothering her" Our happy little social butterfly smiling. This dream was short but beautiful. Above ground and me not knowing if we were living in, visiting in, whatever. Someday i'll look back on this moment and Jess will also be stunned knowing that somehow i had this moment mapped ahead of it all. I don't know how or why I can see this so clearly now, dream it so vividly and see even the bits of hair on her nose and feel Jess next to me. Was she ours? Or were we babysitting? "She?" Jess said when i told her, joy audible with octaves. It all changed this year, i'll see in future reflections. I knew the day before we met that it would all be different.