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.
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Isn't it interesting that the fulfillment of our dreams is made sweeter by the time we spent waiting for them? It's a good thing to remember when we're in the middle of our unrealized dreams! I love you, my friend, and am soooooo happy that this particular dream is finally yours to hold and love!!
love this.....brought tears of joy to my eyes. i am thrilled that god gave you a miracle and made your dream come true!!!
You really must stop writing things that make me cry! I am so happy for you that your dream is not only real now, but even better than you imagined.
This is beautiful. I would love to have a dream like that except that I don't know if I could stand to wake up.
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