Title: I Dream Of Her
Summary: A mother's intuition.
I don't know why it's a her. Call it a mother's intuition.
I dream of holding my beautiful baby girl in my arms, she's griping my finger with her tiny hand, and it feels like heaven.
I dream of her sparkling hazel eyes looking up at me, she smiles with complete innocence of the world around her.
I dream of her saying her first word, its `mommy'.
I dream of her taking her first steps. She stumbles at first, but I let her do it on her own and then she comes straight to me with her arms wide open ready for an embrace.
I dream of kissing her bumps and bruises, making her feel better instantly.
I dream of playing hide-n-seek with her. She finds me everytime.
I dream of brushing her massive red curls as she tells me a story.
I become fascinated by her imaginary world. Where good always triumphs over evil, the guy always gets the girl, and there's always a happy ending.
I dream of walking with her to the park on a cool Saturday afternoon. I push her on the swing as she says `higher mommy'.
She spots her father and runs to him. He gives her a great big hug, picks her up and swings her around in the air.
He walks over to me, gives me a sweet kiss, then we grab each of her hands so she's in the middle and walk home.
And like one of her fairy-tales, we live happily ever after.
Will my dreams ever become reality?
I would like to believe in the possibility.
Until then, I will just continue to dream of her.