When I was pregnant with my daughter, I had a dream.
I dreamed that my daughter came out with white skin more like her fathers than than that she had my own caramel colored skin, that she had blond, curly hair, and that she was quite the mischievous little person. That dream came true.
The other night I had another dream. I was once again pregnant and I was having my sonogram to find out if my new little lamb to be would be a boy or a girl.
"Congratulations! It's a boy! . . . . and three girls."
I woke up right away.
No comments:
Post a Comment