Long before I knew something was wrong in my pregnancy, I had my one and only dream of Ava. I was in the bathtub relaxing and feeling Ava kick. She started kicking like crazy, and then all of a sudden, Ava was in my hands, and I had no idea what just happened or what to do. I jolted awake terrified. Turns out, Ava ended up being that same size.
My sister shared with me that she has been having a recurring dream of Ava and me. She said Ava is a little girl, maybe 3 or 4, and she follows me around like a little shadow. Ava has little curly blonde pigtails, and her face is clear to my sister: my husband’s nose, and my eyes and smile. Ava never says anything, but she laughs at me. We have some sort of inside joke that makes her giggle.
Y’all. It makes my heart so incredibly happy to know she is in someone’s dreams and happy. I wish I would dream of Ava. Perhaps my brain knows my heart would never wake up from that dream.