So I'm allowing myself to daydream about her. What it will be like to see her face in person, hold her, smell her and touch her hair. I've looked at little girls clothes and thought of how beautiful she would look. I've pictured her in her bedroom and what it will be like to tuck her in at night.
I'm letting her be my daughter and thanking God that He is allowing me to be her mother with my whole heart. The kind of mother she deserves.