My Daughter: The Best Christmas Present Ever

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Bailey Grace Campagna

I wrote thousands of stories for Kentucky.com and the Lexington Herald-Leader. If you Google my name and Kentucky.com this essay about the birth of my daughter is at the first on the list. I have nothing to do with that, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

A few months in, I had a dream about the baby I was going to have. I’m not sure yet even if I knew you were a girl. But I had a dream of a little girl with a bouncy head of hair in a field of flowers. Her hair was kind of reddish and she had the chubbiest of cheeks and she wasn’t smiling but looking at me as if she knew me and that she would be heading my way.

I had a dream of a little girl with a bouncy head of hair in a field of flowers. Her hair was kind of reddish and she had the chubbiest of cheeks and she wasn’t smiling but looking at me as if she knew me and that she would be heading my way.

When you were about 3, we were at the kite festival. You were running up and down the hill in your Tweetie butt overalls with your curls bouncing in the sun, and you turned around and looked at me, … and your face was the same as the face I had seen before you were born.