I had a dream two nights ago where a man showed up on my door with baby Amelia, all swaddled in her pink and white blanket. It was as if he was returning a lost puppy, but instead I was the one who had been lost. I took her into my open arms and cried, for she had finally come home, and I was finally found.

The image is in my mind as clear as day, and as I sit in our office with a clear view of the front porch it burns into my eyes. My joy in that dream was greater than I’ve ever known and I finally felt complete again.