Yesterday I celebrated (?)/remembered/pondered/marked the day I logged my dossier into the CCAA. Yes, it has been 16 months. I assume that people think I have just moved on, but I haven't. I think of my daughter every day. I miss the nights where I dreamed of her. When I saw her face and smelled her skin and watched her grow. My sweet, sweet child. I feel I have known you for so long now. Your name is always on my lips and it is all I can do to hold it back. My co-workers don't know of you, but I find myself catching myself before blurting "MayLing" or "My daughter...." You are my little miracle. My gift from God. The child that opened up my life and rocked my world. Without even seeing you, you somehow turned my heart from stone to the softest suede. How did you do that? I imagine your personality and every time I think you are going to be my wild child--a child of all heart and soul that challenges me and my notions of right and wrong. I can't wait to learn what you are going to teach me. Until then, I pray every night that God give me just a little more time with you. Those moments when my dreams seep into my reality sustain me in ways I can not express. I remember the feeling of your skin against mine--oh, how it felt so real! I could still feel you when I awoke and the emptiness in my arms felt strangely awkward. Sweet dreams, baby girl, until we meet again in twilight.
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