The Sweetest Dream

I was up at 5:15 this morning almost in tears and if it wasn't such a hard task to get out of bed for me these days, I would have written all about this special dream I had right then. It was the sweetest dream.

I don't know about you, but lots of times, when I think or talk about something before I go to bed...I dream about it. Well, Blake and I were talking about childbirth class last night. We are hoping to make it to a weekend class in June. So anyway, I don't know if this is what sparked the dream or just the fact that this sweet baby is all I think about these days.

We were at the childbirth class. Our doctor was actually there. I was as big as a house so I'm guessing I was due any day now. The next thing you know, I am in the delivery room, waiting to meet our baby. Blake was beside me holding my hand and encouraging me to keep on keeping on. My sweet doc was coaching me through it as well. Before I knew it, I hear "It's a boy!." Our sweet man was in my arms and I was crying tears of joy. He opened his eyes and looked up at us. He had Blake's beautiful blue eyes. It was so obvious how much he looked like Blake that it made us both tear up again and we all just held each other. Our little family. This dream was so, so real and we were so, so happy.

As soon as I woke up, I looked at the clock and it was 5 in the morning. I wanted to wake Blake up so bad and tell him all about it. Instead, I talked to God--thanking him for this amazing gift. If a dream made me feel this way--so thankful, so excited, so full of love--I can only imagine what the day I meet our baby will feel like. Whether it is a boy or girl...I cannot wait. I am already beside myself. I am so grateful and more in love with my God than ever.

To baby B: I am so in love with you...already. I can't wait to kiss your sweet face.