Dream a Little Dream of Me...
I dreamt about Zoey before she even arrived. I dreamt about a little girl who asks her Dad questions about boys, and a little girl who shoots better free throws than her father, and drags him around to swimming pools all over the country. I dreamt about weekend visits to crowded college campuses and photos on the first day of kindergarden. I dreamt about buying Mary Janes and learning how to braid hair and I even dreamt about being worried I would dress her wrong.
It's so strange to look at this little girl and know that I dreamt her before I even met her.
posted by Unknown at
10:05 PM
1 Comments:
Just wait until you see that same little girl grit her teeth as she runs down a basketball court with a sore knee but won't utter a complaint. Wait until you see the character that you hope you've instilled come bubbling up the first time a coach tells her she didn't make it, or the kindness she'll show to a sibling when she doesn't know your watching....daughters, wow.
Uncle B
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