|Somehow, she still is a little spooky to me.|
For years, maybe even decades, before my daughter was born, I dreamt about her.
In the dreams, I was always super busy. When suddenly, someone in the dream would say, "Hey, here is a baby. Want it?" Of course, I always said "yes," even though in the dream, I was always in the middle of a crisis, with my hair on fire.
In the dream, I would put her on the back seat of the car, or on the bed. I would tell her to just wait there. I would be right back.
I would go back to dealing with the issues in the dream. Then, in what felt like hours... I would remember...
Yikes! I have to check the baby!
I would find her all wilted, kind of dehydrated. I never had any idea when she had last been changed or fed. One time she had rolled under the bed and was flat as a pancake. (This is a dream, remember?) I patted her back into shape. All the while, I promised to do better. She had such a wise understanding look on her little tiny face. She trusted that I would learn.
So needless to say, when I finally did have my daughter, I felt like we had known each other forever.