Thank God it was a dream...

Last nite I woke up after feeding lil' man from a horrible dream.


I went in for a job interview and the whole time I was walking I kept thinking, why did I leave Eli in the car? I went back to get him, but the car was gone. I had the keys and hit the button for the alarm and found the beeping coming out of a trunk of some people who looked really trashy. It turned out they stole my car and had kidnapped Eli. I remember crying in despair for him. I told them they could take anything of mine, even myself. I was wailing. It felt so real, I could feel it in my sleep. The pain. I still feel the knot in my stomach as I type this. I woke up and couldn't seem to go back to sleep. It was absolute torture and Hell. I can remember how much I was crying. How much I wanted my baby back. I can't ever imagine losing that boy. I can remember in the dream how vivid the people's faces were that took him, but the pain and heartache I felt was overbearing. The thought of losing Eli is not even imaginable. I pray everyday that Eli is safe with me. And I thank God everyday for giving me that day with Eli. He gave me something that can never ever be replaced. God has truly given me an ANGEL. I'd say the best angel possible.