I have a dream. Not when I am asleep. When I am awake. It is just a fleeting glimpse, seen deep within my heart.
This dream paints a vivid picture. In it, my husband is laying in bed, on his back. One hand holds mine, as I lay beside him. The other rests on the back of a tiny baby girl. She's wearing a white, fleecy sleeper. Her face is on his shoulder, turned towards him. She is peaceful as she sleeps, safe in her daddy's arms. I can see her breathe, can almost feel her tiny body and smell her sweet skin.
I want this dream to come true. I want him to experience the joy of fatherhood. I long for that more than I long for myself to experience motherhood.
I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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