Tuesday, April 21, 2015

dream a little dream

I held her last night, in my dream.

One of our agency workers was holding her, trying to calm her down because she was just SO SAD.

She cried and cried and cried.

I heard her crying.

I went around the corner to see if I could help, not knowing if she would want me as Mommy or not. (She hasn't even met me, after all.)

She reached out.

I took her from the worker's arms. I cuddled her, I snuggled her and spoke to her. And she stopped crying.

I carried her all over our home to show her our pictures and rooms and toys.

She was as content as Brad is after Christmas pie.

And so was I.