I had my first dream of Moxie last night.
It was weird, as probably all of my pregnant-dreams are. But to make a long weird dream short, she ended up outside of my bus window, crying for me. I was astounded as to how beautiful she was, and could only just look at her for a long time.
Then it clicked that she was waiting for me to open the window, pick her up, hold her. I did. She put tilted her head and rested her forehead against mine, her tiny round body almost seeming to collapse in relief at being held.
She was so very beautiful. Much darker than Micah. Huge eyes. Dark, dark hair.
I wonder if it was really her?
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