Birthday dream

I had a dream about Alice last night. More like she appeared to me in a dream. There's a difference; the dream wasn't really about anything, except Alice's presence.
I'm not sure where I was when I saw Alice in front me, beaming her megawatt smile. She wore a rust colored loose sweater, typically chic. I couldn't believe I was with her, and I was so happy. I wondered if I was dreaming, yet it felt very real, so I dismissed the thought. All the pain of her absence disappeared when I ran up and hugged her. I picked her up like a baby, her legs dangling over my right arm, my left hand supporting her back. So blissful, I kissed her cheek again and again. We were both laughing and smiling. We didn't exchange any words.
We're away for L's spring break, and I went to a yoga class this morning. Toward the end, we put our fingertips on our foreheads and our thumbs at our jaws, covering our eyes in a meditative stance. We were supposed to clear our minds and breathe. But it felt like an opening for my sadness to enter, and I sat there on my mat, crying, trying not to make any noise.
Today's Alice's birthday, she would have turned 44. I miss her so much, and wonder what our relationship would have been like if she were alive.