Baby Freya

 You,

Quick with your words- 

So powerful, 

So bold-

You playfully talk about our "what could be" future-

Passion in your voice as you say you're going to "wife me up" when I rub your shoulders after a long day, when I cook for you, when I make any house you step into feel like a home.

Today you called me and told me how you thought about my dreams of my daughter- the beautiful little girl with bouncing curls... 

The one who is not yet earthside, but lingers in the spirit realm waiting for the right time to make her appearance. 

You always love when I share those dreams with you. I watch your face light up with intrigue - your eyes starry, and energy soft. Your voice excited and welcoming for the details.

Today you suggested how beautiful our child would be- Egyptian, Norwegian and Italian-

Honestly, a little Goddess waiting to be created.

You joked we could name that child with an "Egyptian Viking name" 

As I drifted back to sleep after that conversation,  another dream,

This one planted by your words.

A park, 

A winding concrete path lined with beautiful green trees,

Birds chirping...

And you... with my daughter, holding her hand, walking in front of me.

The feelings: pure happiness & a sense of family.

Both of you with curls bouncing as you laughed and talked to her,

She was about five years old.

They say that words are powerful manifestations, and dreams can be prophetic- and to be completely honest, if this is the way everything unfolds, I have no doubt in my soul the journey would be beautiful. 

It's fun to daydream about - who knows!