The first couple of times I dreamed about them. For one, I specifically prayed her in.
This time was more simple. Sweeter.
I was walking around the car in the grocery store parking lot when a breath of thought brushed my consciousness.
“Children are coming, prepare your heart”.
And so they are. I don’t know much. I know the story is sad (aren’t they all). I know it’s going to be a lot of work. I know I will be tired.
The best part is, though, that I know I’m not doing this alone.