"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and cried."
Somewhere around seven months pregnant I had the most vivid dream about my son. We were laying in my bed, cuddling. That's it. So simple. He was here, and I was holding him. When I woke up to realize it was only a dream, I was truly and deeply sad. It would still be weeks before that would be true.
Now that he's here, my life couldn't be sweeter. Cuddling with my little man is a reality of every day and my heart is so full. "Please don't take my sunshine away."
