The things that come out of my daughter's mouth. I want to share them but I dare expect anyone to believe it.
She told me once, "When I was in your belly, I dreamed about you." She said it with such certainty and seriousness and in a tone that was apart from her normal childlike voice that to this day I believe it must be true.
The other night when Jeff and I were just settling in to watch Midnight in Paris she crawled in my lap to say goodnight, again, and I pointed to the screen. We talk about how we're going to go there someday, hopefully sooner than later. "That's Paris," I tell her. And she said, "I know!"
I asked how she knew and she chirped, "It's in my heart!"
That one? I swear, I'm so thankful Jeff was witness to. Beecausssssssssse. Oh my goodness.
This morning she woke, her face to my face (yes, she finds her way to my pillow most middle-of-the nights) and she purred, "I had four dreams and they all came true!"
She is my living dream I never knew I dreamed or maybe I am still dreaming.