I dreamt I was chasing a giggling little girl with little blonde curls around the house as Chris was trying to get ready for work. She was tromping in her dad's shoes, which were enormous on her, and wearing one of Chris's ties loosely over head, which dangled all the way to the floor. As I called after her, she gave up the shoes and tore through the kitchen, squealing with delight right into one of Chris's legs.
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At this point, I can't wait to meet her and I wonder what she'll look like. She likes music, I think. She wiggles a lot during my belly-dance class and just tonight as I was listening to some classical music she began kicking in rhythm to Mozart's Turkish March. She never ceases to amaze me.
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