Dear Little Lady,
Today you fell asleep on my chest after you had your first meal of the day. You snuggled in so tenderly and I could feel your every breath.
Between your breaths of slumber, I felt you move and heard you whimper. I know you must be dreaming, but at 4 months old, I'm not certain what about.
Perhaps you see angels in your sleep, or maybe you are remembering all of the fun times we've shared. Are you writing lists of things you want to try? Like walk or stand or eat or crawl?
I'll never know what you dreamt, in that moment where time stood still. I do know that I'll always pray that your dreams will feel to big so your faith can be made strong.
For you were once a dream, a dream that made my faith strong. I didn't know what I was in for, on that afternoon late last May.
Our journey together has taught me to pray more fervently, and love more deeply than I will ever be able to put into words.