I had a dream about my sweet girl last night. She was still a baby, though a bit bigger than when I held her in my arms. She was wrapped in a soft white blanket with one naked arm peeking out, free. She was sleeping soundly and suckling in her sleep, just like her brothers did as newborns. This time, though, her beautiful lips were pink.
I love and miss my girl, think of her, speak of her everyday. Always
"I promise I will hold you, another time, another place" Joanne Cacciatore