I once dreamt of you..

 You're about 3 years old, a chubby with long curly hair and an impish smile. You look exactly like your Papa and with every move, with every step and with every dance, you make everyone jump with joy.

I will always remember how proud you made Mama feel.

I once dreamt of you..

We were in the middle of a field loving the best of what nature could offer. Papa held you dearly protecting you from all the dirt and itches, he dressed you all in white. When he became tired, we sat in-between the cluster of weeds and gave you to me. We were having such a great experience when all of a sudden you became ill. 

I could still recall the dreaful feeling worry caused me. When I saw you weakening, a knot formed in my stomach and my heart was beating so fast, my chest almost exploded.

I'm so glad I have my dreams with you in it. For even a moment, I got the chance to be holding you and left me traces of pleasure for being a mom. Maybe it isn't time for us to meet in the real world yet. Maybe Papa and Mama are still being prepared by God to suit the job of parenting and part of it,the doctors are now working on Mama's health so it will be conducive for you inside my womb when it's time for me to conceive. I maybe anxious about seeing you already, but I know there's always time for everything and God is never late, never early, He is always just right on time.

We will wait for you here baby. Loving you already. See you someday.....