Back in 1986 we were living in a tiny one bedroom apartment in the Miami area with our brand new baby daughter. My daughter always seemed to be really fussy at night. So one night when she was being extra fussy, I decided to grab her, some pillows and a blanket and head to the living room. We both fell asleep, but sometime during the night something woke me up. I had been sleeping face up so when I opened my eye's I was staring at the living room wall directly in front of me, and that's when I saw her, clear as day, an adorable little girl around age 2 or 3 with a big smile on her face wearing little dark overall's.
I stared at her and I remember thinking to myself "I am fully awake and I am seeing this". I stared at her for a few seconds and then she faded up towards the ceiling and was gone. It unnerved me, so I grabbed my baby and all the bedding and went back to my bedroom. The next morning I told my husband about the experience, and he thought maybe a little girl had died in that apartment and her spirit was still there.
I also told my dad the story and his response was one I did not expect. My dad said that the little girl I had seen was my future daughter who was stopping by to check me out. At this I was totally horrified. My husband and I were eating ramen noodles several time's a week in order to afford formula, diapers and our rent and electric, the last thing we were thinking about at that time was another baby.
In 1988 I found out I was pregnant, and I was so excited. Scared but excited. My husband on the other hand was wondering how on earth we were going to afford another child. We were in the process of closing on our first little home. Bad time for a baby. On November 26th my second daughter was born. I was so thrilled. I knew that somehow our financial situation would work out.
Several years pasted and we moved from Miami to a small town in the Florida panhandle. One day I was getting my girls ready in the morning for a day of outside play (the girl's were 3 and 5) and as I'm snapping the buckle of my youngest daughters corduroy overall, she looked up at me and smiled, and the image of the little girl I had seen 5 years or so earlier was staring right at me. She "was" the little girl I had seen that night in my tiny apartment. Right down to the dark overalls.
From day one, I felt such a strong connection with my daughter. Not just the mother daughter connection, it is something else. Something spiritual. We both feel it. We have been together and have started to say the same things at the same time; we've had the same dreams, and many other things. It's really hard to explain. A couple years ago she went off to college 5 hours away. My husband was in the kitchen one day and I was in my bedroom watching TV when I hear my husband call out my daughter's name and ask her if she was hungry, a few minutes later my husband walks into the bedroom and says to me "you are not going to believe this, I asked Kimmy if she was hungry and I heard her say NO". She was 5 hours away at the time.
Same thing happened to me about a year later. I was sweeping my floors and as I was going past the front door I heard "Hi MOM" and it was my daughter's voice. It unnerved me because she was still away at college. Then this past week I get a call from her telling me that her boyfriend was in the shower early that morning and he heard her yell out his name, so he turned off the water and ran into the bedroom thinking something was wrong, and found her still sound asleep in bed.
I'm not sure what to make of all of this, but one thing I am sure of, my daughter is very special. She is my Angel.