Today my baby is 3. She was a miracle I had given up hope of ever having. After losses and years of trying it looked bleak. Then my grandmother died and that night she let me know in a dream that my little angel was on her way. True to my granmother's spirit she stood on a cloud, kissed a little girl, and shoved her off the cloud. My gram was tough and strong and very no-nonsense. The next day on a whim I bought a test. I shouldn't have been able to tell. I wasn't late at all. But there was that positive test. So with prayers and a doc who stepped in right away to help I carried to term. I love her so much. Her gentle hug. Her big heart. Her love. Her stubborn streak. Her curiosity. Her crazy antics. So happy birthday baby girl.