A few nights ago I had a beautiful dream. Truly beautiful.

I'm not pregnant nor do I have a daughter, but if her dream presence is any clue, she will come at the right time, and it will be wonderful.

In the dream I held my little newborn as she slept. She was the perfect mixing of me and my husband. The best of each of us. She wore a cute little dark pink and white checkered dress.

I laid her down on the bed and laid down beside her, just watching her. I felt such an immense love at that moment... It was unlike anything I've ever felt, any love I've ever felt.

She opened her dark blue eyes and looked at me then, and I was in awe. I felt such a wise and old soul in her. There's no other word to describe the feeling I had than awe. The power and wisdom radiated from her even though she was so small and young.

Lately I've been going through some rough personal times. All I have to do to find some calm is close my eyes and remember her looking at me.

She's not even here yet and my love for her inspires me. It's a wonderful feeling.