Letters
You are warmly invited to share your experiences of pre-birth communication, soul memory, etc. Please let me know whether I may publish your letter, with or without your name. Thank you! Elisabeth Hallett
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I waited for over forty years for him...Many years ago, I had several dreams that consisted of one single image: a dark-skinned baby boy lying in the crook of my left arm, sleeping. I thought he was a black baby (I am white, as are my children) but my sense of overwhelming love for this child told me "He is mine!" Since I could no longer conceive a child, I assumed I must be destined to adopt this little boy. I dreamed this often enough that I mentioned it on different occasions to my sisters and daughters, my best friends at work, my husband, etc., specifically the profound feeling of love and peace and joy in my heart as I gazed at him. I carried that feeling inside for years, to the point that I could recall the child's calm little face as he slept in my arms and feel the same feeling of love and concern even in my waking hours. I sometimes worried about him as though he were a real person -- I was anxious that he be safe and sound.
Two years ago, my daughter gave birth to this same little boy. His name is Samuel. His father is East Indian, and very dark-skinned. The love I feel for him is just as overwhelming in real life as it was in my dreams of him, all those years before he came to be with us. He was born alert, looking at everyone and everything with the most intense, knowing eyes I have ever seen a baby display. He knew us immediately. The sweet little thing has the most adorable habit of clasping his hands together in front of his chest as he observes the goings-on of the world; he's done it since his earliest days of life. He loves cars, "big trucks" and airplanes, but he REALLY loves helicopters. One of his first words was "helicockter!" and he will sit perfectly still for thirty minutes at a time as I play videos of military helicopter footage on the computer for him. If you've ever known a rambunctious two-year-old, you know how unusual it is for one to sit, thoroughly absorbed, for 30 minutes!! He relaxes into me as I rock him, big boy that he is, and his momma commented just the other day that he doesn't let her hold him in a reclining position anymore. But with his Granny, he lies back and stares into my eyes.
I think we have known each other for a very long time, and have always shared a faithful and loving bond. Why he came to me before his birth I don't know, but I am so thankful to have him. He has cemented the love between my daughter and me, showing us both beautiful aspects of our relationship that we didn't know we had until we had him in our lives. She remembers the dreams I had, as do the other people I mentioned, and we all agree that Sam was simply meant to be. I hope and pray that I can live long enough to see him grown to adulthood. I tell him often, that I waited for over forty years for him. And that is so very true.
Amy
I Saw my Son in an Out of Body Experience
My daughter was a few months old when I had an out of body experience one night. (I've had out of body experiences probably a handful of times in my life; this may have been the longest and clearest.) It started with the paralysis, so I chose to go with it and rolled out of my body. I was standing in our bedroom and I decided to walk down the hallway. I sort of jerked/glided down the hall into the living room, then decided I'd turn around and go to our daughter's room to check on her. When I got there, that's when I saw our son.
He was lying in the crib right next to our daughter, looking up at me. He had dark hair and a turned up nose, and I think he was wearing a purple or dark blue sleeper. He looked to be about six to eight months old. I was so startled I snapped right back to my body and went back to sleep.
At that time in our lives, we planned to have no more children, at least for quite a while, until our money situation was better. Fast forward to a year or so later, I got pregnant unexpectedly. Wouldn't you know, we soon had a little boy with dark hair and a turned up nose! Today he is just shy of two months old. He is the sweetest baby, loves to eat, be held and cuddled. My son in the vision looked pretty much like he does now, but bigger and with more hair.
Raeann
"Can I come home with you?"
My husband and I were taking a walk one evening around our neighborhood when we saw a funnel cloud twirling in the distance. As we stood and watched it, the funnel cloud shot up into the air and became a shooting star. Then the star returned to the ground, became a funnel cloud once more, then shot up into the air as a shooting star again. This repeated a few times, until the shooting star transformed into an airplane. We stood and watched as the airplane approached a nearby housing complex and we waited for the inevitable collision. The airplane crashed into the building, but did not cause any damage. As we watched, we saw a couple come out of one of the housing units and walk down the stairs as if nothing happened. We kept watching and saw a ball come from the direction of the crash site. The ball started talking to us and I said to my husband, “We have to get out of here.” As we were running away, the ball kept talking and bounced in front of us, then transformed into what appeared to be a seven or eight year old boy. He asked, “Can I come home with you?” I yelled, “No” and wanted to run away, but I could tell my husband was considering taking him home with us. This is when my husband woke me up from my dream. My husband and I have been trying to conceive a child for the past few months and as of today, I'm not sure if I am pregnant, but when I described my dream to my husband, he told me I had denied our son's permission to be born.
Kendra
Elisabeth comments: Kendra’s dream reveals some of the often-hidden feelings that go along with preparing to conceive a child. Something mysterious and unknown, a being from another world is coming to us. Feelings of strangeness and anxiety are natural! (Kendra explains that her initial reaction to the child was caused by fear in that she thought he was an “alien.”) The dream contains many symbols of birth – or more precisely, symbols of a soul arriving to be conceived. A funnel cloud is something that “touches down” upon the earth, while a shooting star seems to fall from the sky toward the world. Imagery of an airplane crashing into a building probably owes something to the events of 9/11, but here it is transformed into a harmless act of “entering” from the sky into the house. In pregnancy dreams, a house is often a metaphor for the mother’s body. Kendra’s dream may also be a classic announcing dream. Here is an excerpt from “Children Who Remember Previous Lives” by the late, great Ian Stevenson: “Announcing dreams have been reported in all of the countries where we find these cases... The dreams vary in their form. Among the Tlingit the discarnate personality appearing in an announcing dream often conveys symbolically his intention to reincarnate. For example, in the dream he may walk into the house with his suitcase and deposit it in one of the bedrooms; or he may enter the parents' bedroom and lie down between them. In contrast, announcing dreams among the Burmese often represent the discarnate personality as petitioning to reincarnate in the family chosen. This suggests that the dreamer has the option to refuse such a request.” I would just add that from what I have learned about pre-birth communication, a soul that wants to “come home” can be very persistent. Far from shutting the door, Kendra’s dream may clear the way to conception, by bringing some of the scarier feelings about it up into consciousness.
"I'll Be Back"
I have been familiar with your work for some time, but only now have begun reading one of your books. I'm in the middle of Soul Trek and am thrilled to find that others have had similar experiences to mine. I would like to share with you what happened to me over the last two years.
In April of 2005, my husband and I began trying to conceive our first child. One night I had a dream where I was sitting on a table with my doctor on one side and best friend on the other. My friend was saying, "I don't think there's a baby in there" but my doctor said, "Brittany, why don't you push and see what happens..." So I pushed and a baby appeared. My doctor held it up and said, "It's a girl." The next morning I took a pregnancy test and sure enough - positive.Over the course of the next few weeks, my daughter appeared in several dreams. My husband and I had been inspired to name a girl Linden and in one of the dreams I was discussing Linden's name with her, telling her all of the nicknames we could call her. When I got to "Lindy-Lou," she got very irritated with me, even though I was kidding with her, and told me Linden was fine, but she was NOT going by Lindy Lou. She had a very strong personality; she was a spitfire in these dreams. Very forceful and dominant. She reminded me a lot of my very driven, dominant, forceful husband. In these dreams, she also looked like him. She was around six, and looked like a more feminine version of him. I liked her immediately.One night, about a week before my first ultrasound, I dreamed of a baby floating face down in a pool of water. Somehow in this dream, I knew the baby was dead. It seemed prophetic to me, but I hoped it wasn't. However, when I should have been 9 weeks along, I went to my first ultrasound and we discovered there was nothing there but a yolk sack. I was diagnosed with a blighted ovum and was sent home to have an inevitable miscarriage.I was devastated. The fact that I had made contact with my daughter, who had seemed so real and strong, made the whole experience seem like a rug had been snatched out from under me. I was severely depressed. Then one night I had the most unusual experience. I do not remember anything that happened while I slept, but I woke up hearing a child's voice in my head repeating, "I'll be back." Then as I lay there trying to make sense of that, I suddenly experienced a memory and felt giddy with pleasure, which was a really bizarre way to feel while waiting out an inevitable miscarriage. I remembered nothing except what was said to me, so I couldn't have dreamed it. I typically have very visual dreams and excellent recall. The gist of the conversation was that Linden was definitely coming back, but that her brother Sam was going to be born first. She told me all about him. He was going to be colored like me, and similar to me in temperament. He was going to love animals and was very excited about coming to us because he was looking forward to playing with our dog. He would grow up to be a biologist or maybe a veterinarian, but he would definitely work with animals. She explained that she, on the other hand, would look and be more like my husband. She would also have an interest in engineering like him, and would be very bonded to him, whereas Sam would be "my heart." I felt like there was more that I couldn't remember...I put some stock in these sorts of experiences. My mother has received messages from deceased relatives in dreams for years. And several years ago, when I was debating whether or not to date my husband, the voice of my deceased great-uncle entered my head (just as others describe-- all other sounds fall away, sort of like a public service message on TV) and encouraged me to give him a chance. So I knew I was receptive to this sort of thing, but wasn't sure if I just had a very vivid imagination.A mysterious dream
Flash forward several months and I was pregnant again. Everyone thought I was having a girl because of my severe morning sickness. I figured they probably knew what they were talking about, so I assumed it was a girl. One night I had a bizarre dream that I still don't understand. I dreamed I was a teacher in a one room schoolhouse in the 1800s. I was 13 weeks pregnant in my dream, just as I was in real life. I sent the children outside to recess and was so tired that I went to lie down in a bed at the back of the schoolhouse. I was lying there when a boy about 12 walked in. He was a classic Nordic child... his hair was almost white and yet his skin was that beautiful Nordic olive. I knew he wasn't mine, but I loved this boy at first sight. He came and sat on the bed with me, snuggled up to me, and we were talking to one another with our foreheads practically touching. I wanted to hug him and kiss him, but held back because it would have been inappropriate. He sat and held my hand and traced my veins up and down my arms, commenting on how blue they were. It was weird, considering he was supposed to be my student. I knew somehow that we had a different relationship than just this. (What it was, I couldn't tell you... my child from a past life? a brother? husband? friend from some other time... I have no clue.) My love for this boy was extraordinary. He knew I was pregnant and asked how my morning sickness was going. I told him it was awful, but so worth it because it let me know the baby was healthy. Then he asked me what I thought I was having. I said I thought it was a girl. He put both of his hands on either side of my belly and listened to it thoughtfully for a second. Then he looked at me and said very matter-of-factly "Nope. It's a boy."Later I dreamed that my son was playing in the yard when he was three or four years old. He had my bone structure and his coloring was only slightly darker than mine, and I saw his face clearly in the dream, but had no recall of it when I woke up.At the same time, my husband (the engineer, who thinks this is all silly and professes no connection with anything spiritual) started having dreams too. One dream that stood out for him was finding out our house was haunted with the "ghost" of a baby boy. This baby would crawl after him through the house, and had the most amazing "cookie monster" blue eyes my husband had ever seen.In August we welcomed baby Sam to the world. He's colored like me and has my eyes for sure. His eyes are indeed "cookie monster" blue. He's sweet and mellow and he loves animals and they love him.It's amazing how accurate Linden was. I know it's nuts, but I feel like she's around, hanging out until my next pregnancy. I've told my family and friends about her and they all refer to her as Linden, as if she's my child and will be along presently. On the one hand I completely expect her arrival, but on the other I will be blown away if she comes.But thank you for writing on this subject. It's simply amazing to me.Brittany Vandeputte
"You're going to be ready for me this time...?"
From 1999-2004, I was involved in a rather negative relationship/marriage. During this time, I unfortunately got pregnant three times. I had an abortion the first two times, kicking and screaming, of course, but somehow I must have known deep down that this was indeed the best thing to do at the time, as we were not meant to be parents together by any means. Nothing was in favor of this. Financially, emotionally, spiritually...NOTHING! Well, would you believe that I got pregnant again and decided that although I was nowhere near ready for this, I was not going to let ANYONE talk me out of it this time. However, I kept this news to myself, as though I knew in my heart it really shouldn't be with this man.
About seven weeks into it, I miscarried. After leaving the hospital that night, I secretly thought that God knew my heart and knew that this was somehow just really bad timing.
By 2004, we divorced and went our separate ways. In 2003, I had a dream. I was walking in what I believed to be a church. A little girl came up to me, she was about five or six, and she says, "You're going to be ready for me this time, aren't you?" And I responded in a positive way. I remember waking up and thinking and feeling right away that this little girl was a soul that should somehow be a part of me and I knew that she was trying to come the other times, but I was indeed not ready for her.
Fast forward to 2006. There he is. My soul mate. The man I am to spend my days with here on this planet. He is everything that reflects me and more. The minute I heard his voice behind me, I just stopped dead in my tracks, almost as if I remembered something so divinely significant. We met (though I feel more accurate saying that we reunited after making a soul contract), instantly fell in the deepest love possible, and got married.
Now, I have two children from a previous marriage, a son who will be 13 next month and a daughter who is 11. My Lexi has been asking for a baby sibling for years and to her disappointment, I have always reminded her that I do not think I will want to have any more children. She and Troy were everything I could ever want. She was relentless nonetheless. But truly, deep down inside, I felt closed off from the idea of ever having another child. I was done and that was that.
Well, you must know that ever since I met Scott (my husband), I have felt a female presence which has caused me to daydream about having a baby with him. In July I dreamt of a beautiful dark-haired baby girl about ten months old, sitting on a pink blanket, and I instantly knew in the dream that she was ours. I got pregnant in September and our baby girl will be here in less than eight weeks!
One other dream I had was this: I saw myself in a beautiful garden, so green, with pretty white chairs. They were all empty except for me. In this garden, I felt as though I may be in "heaven." There were little children running about, chasing each other, laughing hysterically. They were girls and boys about five or six years old, dressed in little white dresses and the boys in white shorts and shirts. I knew that I was visiting a child that was not mine yet, but would be one day. I also felt as though I did not belong there at this time and could not stay long.
I cannot wait to meet my daughter finally! She is coming into such love and I just "know" that she chose us, and took her first opportunity to join us! We couldn't be more excited. And you can imagine my daughter -- she feels as if this baby was made just for her.
Lisa Wilson
A Clear Voice
I had longed for a second child for a long time, about five years. However, our financial situation was not accommodating for another baby. We had our first child when I was just seventeen and we knew that we could wait a little longer. Shortly after moving back to my home state, I felt the need to have another baby, but our financial situation had not changed. One day I was having a deep need for pregnancy, like I had so many times before. I was sad because I knew that it was not possible. I was also told shortly after my first baby that it would be difficult for me to conceive another child because of health reasons.
One night my husband and I were talking about having a baby and we decided to think about it separately and then talk more the next night. As I lay in my dark still room next to my husband and my daughter (seven) whose bed was temporarily in our room, I thought about our baby. I looked at my family in the glow of the nightlight and heard a child's voice. The voice said "Momma!" and I turned around to see what my daughter wanted, but she was in a deep slumber along with my husband. The voice was clear, more clear than I had ever heard before. It was as if the child was standing right next to me.
The next day and night my thoughts were consumed by this voice and I talked to my husband about it. We decided to stop using birth control and not to plan the conception either. We were going to be natural and let God do the rest. To my surprise I got a positive pregnancy test just three weeks later. We calculated that the baby was conceived on the night we decided to stop using birth control Our baby is now 18 months and she has overcome many challenges already, and I feel so grateful that she is with us and healthy.
Kelly M. Ward
A Grandmother's story
I was happy to find your website and would like to share my experiences with prebirth communication. To begin with, while pregnant with my son in late 1971 or early 1972, I dreamed of him. In the dream I was shown that the child was a boy (remember this was before ultrasound), that he was a large, chubby baby with a head full of black hair. I'm not sure why, but I never doubted this dream. When he was born, he was identical to the baby I dreamed and nearly 22" in length, nine pounds, and with a head full of black hair.
I did not have this type of experience when I was carrying my daughter in late '79 and early '80. However, I knew the instant I became pregnant with her that I was indeed pregnant. I also felt the baby was a girl and would look like her father. I was correct in that.
The most memorable experience I had was in 2001 when my daughter-in-law was pregnant with her first child and late in her second semester or early third. I dreamed a son had been born and I was at the hospital alone in the room with him. He was speaking to me telepathically. He was upset, feeling somewhat desperate because he felt limited and trapped by his body and the inability to speak or communicate in any way. I was speaking back telepathically, trying to soothe him. He wanted me to somehow convey to his parents (my son and daughter-in-law) that he was a highly intelligent, mature being, much more advanced than a baby. He really wanted them to know.
The dream tormented me because at first I felt that it might indicate something abnormal because of the size of him in the dream. When he was born he did weigh in at nearly nine pounds and grew to be a very large baby. By six months he was well beyond the normal range in size and continues to be above average size, although not fat, but beyond average in stature. At three years old he is mistaken to be at least five or six.
After the dream and while he was yet unborn I would communicate with him to remind him that I was there for him and everything would be okay, that even if his parents didn't understand, I did. After he was born, I would speak to him telepathically, saying things like, "Remember me, remember our conversations before you were born?" or "I remember you" and "I love you," things of that nature. And each time I conveyed mental thoughts to him he would smile or giggle even though I had not spoken a word out loud.
I never told my son (or his wife) about this dream communication because I felt it may not have been taken seriously as they are skeptics about unusual things like this. I feel that is why I had the dream, that possibly, he came to me because I had the "ears" to hear him. I felt at the time of the dream that it occurred because it was the stage where his spirit entered his body in utero. Later I did a search for prebirth communication and read an article about it on a site called spiritweb that claimed this could be the case, that a spirit probably enters the body in the second or third trimester and because of its being a dramatic change for the spirit, it may communicate or try to.
Sallie
To learn more about communication between the unborn soul and people other than the parents, you may enjoy the article "Hearing the Soul's Voice: A Midwife's Story" at the APPPAH website.
"I believe that my twins were sending me... messages"
I am currently five months pregnant. When my husband and I found out, we had only been married for a month. We were so shocked, surprised, and most of all, happy. Right away I began having dreams of a baby girl, and I was sure I was having a girl. When I told my mother and sister of these dreams, they both agreed that I was "wrong" because they "knew for sure" that I was having a boy.
One night, in my second month of pregnancy, I had a very intense dream. In the dream I was in the delivery room and I was giving birth. I was in extreme pain and there were many people in the room and everyone was very frantic. The baby came out, but there was another baby and he was stuck in the birth canal. It was a very real dream and I wondered what it meant, but neither my partner nor I ever fathomed that we could be having twins.
Of course I told everyone about this dream and we always laughed about it because we knew that was "impossible." One day my husband and I decided to test out an old wives tale and try to find out what our baby's sex was. I took off my wedding ring, took some hair from my head and pulled it through the ring. I lay down and he held the ring over my belly but it didn't move at all (apparently if it's a boy it swings back and forth, if it's a girl it swings in circles). I'm sure we were probably doing it wrong but we just laughed and said "I guess it's both!"
A few weeks later I had another dream that I had twins, and it was again a very real and emotional dream, like the babies were actually trying to communicate to me. That week I found out that I was having twins, and just this week we found out that we are having a boy and a girl! I continue to have very deep dreams; sometimes I'm, with my daughter and sometimes I'm with my son, but always there is this intense bond, and love, and feeling of complete peace. After I awake from these dreams they stay with me all day and are accompanied by my feeling very peaceful and calm and "in love" the entire day. I believe that my twins were sending me those messages so early in my pregnancy, trying to get my attention and let me know "there's two of us here!"
Simone Martin
I felt a calm wash over me
A little over a year and a half ago I dreamt that I had a baby boy and I was somewhere warm and I knew that my then new boyfriend was the father. I awoke and told him immediately and he looked at me pretty skeptically... He had learned at that point though that when I have a dream that stands out like that it's for a reason. I have accurately seen two major events in his life in the past few years and always woke up to tell him the morning of the dream. Too bad we haven't gotten good yet at knowing exactly what means what!
I was pregnant within the year. I knew, I was certain I was going to have a girl. We knew what her name was before I was ten weeks pregnant. We both just "knew." I lost the baby at about thirteen weeks and I didn't foresee this event occurring and blamed myself for it because I was very emotional and depressed during my pregnancy. I moved out of the home with my boyfriend and moved in with a close mother-figure person instead because I needed to emotionally heal from this experience. I became about as close to suicidal as I have ever been. It was a very hard time for me.
One night I had a dream about a baby. I dreamt that I was holding a baby in my arms and I was so proud! I was just gazing at her perfect face and I was so calm. Everything was right in the world at that moment. Then I realized I could hear what she was saying to me, only she was an infant and couldn't speak. I heard her thoughts like a voice from around me in my dream. She explained to me that some things no matter how sad are meant to happen and that I had to let her go. She said she would always be near me but holding onto the pain of her didn't help her and it only hurt me.
I felt a calm wash over me. I understood things like I couldn't see them before. I woke up the next day and felt so much relief, like I had her permission to be okay. I didn't think this was some sort of "visitation" or whatever someone would call it and I knew it wasn't like the dreams where I see what may happen in the future. This was different. I called the father of the baby and went to see him that day and as I told him the story he paled. He had had a dream of her the night before as well. He saw her as a young lady and he described her in detail to me and while he didn't say he heard her thoughts he said they spoke and she said the same types of things to him as well. We both felt so much better and I dare think it might have saved my life.
It's been over a year since that occurred and I am due on June 23rd. It's a boy this time! My experiences haven't been nearly as clear as they were with my last pregnancy but I can't help but think that it was hard but meant to happen...
Renee
The bluest eyes I had ever seen...
It was 1992 and I was 22 years of age and recently married and I was looking forward to starting a family within the next couple of years. One night I had an amazing dream, actually it was more like I was fully interacting in the scene and watching it from afar all at the same time. In my dream, I was sitting on the bench seat of our local outdoor skating arena holding a baby. It was a very emotional vision, as I recognized this baby as my own, and the sense of motherhood and bonding with this baby was overwhelming to say the least. As I looked down at her in my arms, I was taken aback by the intense colour and depth of her eyes. They were literally the bluest eyes I had ever seen! She was about six months old and just smiling back at me, perfectly content in my arms. I also noticed that she had very blonde hair and a fair complexion, and this was not the colour of my hair nor my husband's!
We just sat there for a few moments in awe of each other. Then I had a very strong feeling of shame which overcame me and I was suddenly aware that I was going to have to bring up this child on my own, as a single unmarried mother. This was not what I expected, as I didn't see myself ever as the single mother type and I found myself wondering how I was ever going to explain to my parents that I was pregnant and unmarried... Remember, I was actually married at this time!
The next thing that happened (in the dream), my brother was sitting next to me and comforting me. I have to mention that he is a born-again Christian and happily married with children of his own and was so at the time of my dream also. I was so worried at what he was going to say about me being an unmarried mother, let alone what he was thinking, but he put his arm around me and said that God had planned her to be sent to me and that she was very special. At that moment, any guilt I was feeling just left my body. I knew one day we would meet and that she would be my child.
I woke up with an incredible feeling of awe and an overwhelming sense of happiness and peace, mixed with confusion about my baby's complexion. If this was so real, then how does this fit in with my husband? There was no way we could produce a child with blonde hair and blue eyes! It hit me then, that we weren't going to last. In the weeks that followed, I couldn't shake the dream. That dream stayed with me for years and I remember it so clearly, just like it happened last night.
A couple of months later, I had another dream and I saw our wedding rings break. I woke up again with a sense of foreboding that my marriage wasn't going to last.
Within the next couple of months, I was diagnosed with severe endometriosis and was told that I would be lucky to ever have children of my own. It was a terrible time for me, as I was extremely sick with chronic pain and ended up having one of my ovaries removed and conservative surgery to try and repair damage caused by the disease. In any case, my husband couldn't cope with the idea of his wife not being able to bear his children and so he left.
I had several operations after that to remove scar tissue and at one stage I was discussing with my doctors to schedule surgery to remove my uterus, but that's when fate started intervening. I kept getting subconscious messages to just hang on a little bit longer. By this time I had met someone else. This relationship was on and off and my health was again getting worse. I prayed to God to give me a child and end my despair, I just couldn't cope with the physical and emotional pain any more, and I promised to be the best mother I could. My partner and I split up after four years and it was during this time that I had an overwhelming sense that someone was trying to push us back together. I was pregnant within three months of asking, I got my wish.
When Alana was born, I couldn't tell what colour her hair was, it looked dark to me and her eyes were blue, but most babies have blue eyes, so I didn't think much of it at the time. She seemed very content and never cried, she was often awake taking in her surroundings, and she often just lay there watching me. My brother was very supportive and just like in my dream, he said she was a gift from God and there was no judgment on my being a single mother. My partner and I did eventually split up for good before Alana was a year old and I have chosen to stay single for now.
It wasn't until Alana was about five or six months old, that I just looked at her one day and thought, my God, you have been waiting for five years. She was born exactly five years to the day after I had my big operation. She had the blondest hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen, and she still has them. She is truly a gift and has the most amazing loving personality. I often wonder why she chose me and sometimes it would appear that she is the mother and I'm the daughter! She constantly tells me how much she loves me and how lucky she is to have me as her mum. Alana is now seven years old and I know she is an old soul. She always amazes me with her wisdom, kindness and knowledge. Sometimes her advice is not what I want to hear, but she is often right!
Shelley
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