My Soon to be Reality

I am walking down 85th street. It is about the same time next year. Spring is in the air, the flowers are just beginning to take a peek out onto the world. I am pushing a stroller. There is a soft yellow blanket coveing my baby. I don't know if it's a boy or a girl because it doesn't matter. But my baby is healthy, sleeping soundly. I am familiar by now with its soft skin, it's feathery hair, it's perfect hands and feet. My baby reminds me of a little chick. I am so proud in my heart. I have a child. My child brings Dave and I so much joy. I look at my child and I think about all the possibilities that lie ahead for him/her and for us as a family. I feel at peace. I am lucky. I am a mother.

THIS is how I visualize it. THIS is what I have to focus on. It WILL happen as long as I keep this image in my mind. I am meant to be a mother. PERIOD.