My Unbreakable Heart: Baby Steps

[image error]I knew I was dreaming. But this wasn't unusual. I almost always knew when I was dreaming. And I could usually manipulate my dreams. Well, most of them.

Except for the special dreams.

I'd had the special dreams since I was a little girl. Sometimes I'd have the same dream every night for a year, then 'it' would happen and the special dream would stop. Usually 'it' wasn't something good. Like my grandmother falling and ending up in a wheel chair, or my grandfather dying.

But on that night, the special dream was full of life. Literally.

I was pregnant. With a daughter. A beautiful little girl who would change my life. I saw into her chocolate brown eyes (none of my girls would get my blue) and it felt like looking into the eyes of God. When I woke up my heart was pounding and I knew this was no ordinary dream.

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