I dreamt about you the other night. I saw you, in a yellow dress with white dots that matched your red curls, in your granddad’s garden, playing with your older brother. He tried to tell you about the fish in the pond, but you got distracted by the beautiful flowers.
Then, your parents called out your name, but for some reason I can’t remember it, it’s an acoustic blur in my head. I guess, that’s because your parents haven’t even decided what to name you because you’re not even here yet!
But you will be, very soon, and I can’t wait!