He’s the one

He's the one ...
Today, CK turns two years and nine months. Soon to turn his back on toddlerdom and dive head first in to little boy territory.

I dreamt about CK many, many moons ago. Before Paul and I were even together. I dreamt of a little boy with dark blond hair and huge brown eyes. A little boy with lips quick to smile and hands happy to be held. A brave and adventurous soul with a cheeky disposition to brighten every day.

I dreamt of him several times over the years, my little companion. Always dressed in a different costume – one night spiderman, the next with a cape – but always the same twinkling dark eyes.

He would enter my dreams and simply say, ‘my mama’, and we would just walk together hand in hand. Peaceful. Content. Mother and son.

I even knew his name. I’ve always known his name.

The moment I found out I was pregnant, I said to Paul, ‘It’s him.’ There was no doubt in my mind, no doubt at all. He was called by his name from that very day.

My CK. My twinkly-eyed, smiling boy.

He’s the one.

12 thoughts on “He’s the one

  1. Wow, that’s such a lovely recurring dream and so special, it’s like you knew each other way before he was even conceived. I never had a dream like that but my hubby did before I was pregnant. He described him and said it was a little boy. Lovely post!

  2. It was the strangest thing. The moment I found out I was pregnant, I just knew. I bought everything for a boy before the doctor even confirmed.

  3. I think that’s why I like that photo so much. It’s one of the rare angelic moments where he’s not sprinting around causing chaos.

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