Just a quick post today. I was taking a little power nap today and I dreamt of Emma. I have never really had dreams of her, even in the beginning. I would fall asleep thinking of her, but no real concrete dreams.
Today as I slept I saw her lying next to me. Her olive skin so soft and smooth. I touched it and it was warm. I smelled her sweet smell and I saw her eyes looking up at the ceiling fan...moving left and right. I have no idea if this means anything. Some adoptive moms say they just know the day their children were born, this dream told me nothing of that. It did, however, leave an indelible image in my mind, a feeling of a simple touch and smell and an incredible memory that will last me many months ahead.
