Last night, I had the most beautiful dream. My daughter was pushing a younger child on the swing. That child had dark curly hair and a face identical to my daughter's. They were both laughing and giggling. My daughter bent down and kissed her and hugged her and told her she was the best sister ever and they walked away hand in hand, skipping.
I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to stay in that beautiful moment forever.
Someday...
July 21, 2010
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4 comments:
you had much nicer dreams last night than I did. that's for sure.
Awww Smudge is wreaking havoc on your dreams? Bad Smudge!
This will not be a dream soon enough. I'm thinking of you :)
SF - just the requisite "pre-u/s - the doctor is going to find something wrong with the baby" dream. Ugh. Haven't had one like that since I was bleeding. Ugh. Nightmare.
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