Many years ago I dreamt of a baby girl.
In the dream I knew that this little girl was mine.
And even more, I knew that this little one had chosen me to raise her.
In my heart I knew her name was Emily.
I had the same dream three times over the course of a few years.
...and in my perpetual state of singleness, it gave me hope.
"There is a little girl waiting for you to be her mommy" I would repeat to myself.
From the moment I knew I was pregnant, I felt that I would be having a boy.
And if anyone suggested otherwise I would quietly tell myself, "It's not your Emily...not yet."
Over the last few months I have found myself praying to love a little boy as much as I would love my Emily.
As we walked with the nurse towards the room I told my mom, "She is going to tell us it's a boy."
And I was happy with that.
When I realized that it was my Emily I was looking at on the screen, the tears came.
And they've been coming ever since.
Emily, your Mommy can't wait to meet you.