“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…” ~ Princess Aurora
During my pregnancy there were many nights when I would lie awake in bed and dream of the tiny earthly angel that was growing inside my womb. I dreamed of what our life would soon look like — days filled with tiny baby clothes and binkies. Nursing sessions and diaper blowouts. Snuggles and baby breath.
But most often I dreamed of her.
I dreamed of what she would look like, how she would smell. What it would feel like to hold her in my arms. I dreamed of the moments we would share.
And when she was born — when our eyes met — although it was the first time we saw each other face to face, in some ways it felt like we had seen each other before. I knew her. After all, I had spent 39 weeks bonding with her. Dreaming of her.
And then she came to be — outside of my belly. The baby I had once dreamed of was finally here.
Even today, I’m still dreaming about her but real life has proven to be more magical than I ever dreamed it would be.