While as a Catholic I don’t subscribe to the law of attraction, I sometimes think I manifested my daughter. I remember being younger and daydreaming of living in our little fairy tale cottage. In those daydreams, I and my little girl would be in matching red gingham aprons. We would be baking lemon blueberry muffins. I remember the scent of lemons filling my nostrils. That’s the dream.

Many, many years passed and I was pregnant. One dawn, before our second ultrasound, I found myself staring at my sleeping husband. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful. I felt at that moment that I could be staring at our child. I thought I would be the happiest mother if our child had his face. That’s the thought.

Then, I gave birth to a girl and she looks like her father.

And I am the happiest mother indeed.