About three or four years ago, I had a dream. A beautiful dream. A dream of a little baby girl in my arms. I distinctly remember the feel of her soft skin as I stroked her cheek and the sight of her head full of soft, dark hair. I stared at her in awe, knowing she was a blend of her daddy and me. What a heavenly feeling as I held her, filling what had so long been my empty arms.
Then I woke up. Realized it was a dream. Felt IMMENSE pain. I sobbed. A lot. No baby. Just a cold, dark room full of dreams. Shortly thereafter I wrote a poem called "Sweet Baby." I wrote it for the baby girl that only existed in that little bit of heaven as I slept.
Mike video taped me reading that poem just weeks before giving birth to our little Alexis Faith. It took a long time to record it...not because the poem was that lengthy, but because I couldn't stop crying. I think we maybe had five or more takes before I could finally get the words out. Maybe I'll post it for you to see someday.
So before, I had a dream.
But now, I have a little girl... sweeter than the sweetest dream.