I dream of a tiny life growing inside of me.
As I dream of bones growing and blue eyes forming and little red hairs sprouting and little fingers stretching and reaching, I wonder:
Will she be dreaming also?
What will her dreams be?
Will she dream of a big house?
Will she dream of a flower filled garden?
Will she dream of traveling the world?
Will she dream of being a big shot company boss?
Will she dream of being an actress?
Will she dream of a big strong man to hold her?
Or will she dream of a kiss from a black haired femme fatale?
Will she dream of escaping her home?
Or will she dream of the day she can call her Mom and say “You’re gonna be a Grandma?”
And whatever she dreams, will I have the courage and strength to love her and support her no matter what?
I hope so.