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Eden Gary and me.

Good afternoon from the hospital stroke department.
Nearly two weeks ago I had symptoms of a mini stroke.
While I have been tested blood, heart blood pressure, brain and throat scans.
I thought I would introduce my Eden that me and Gary made flesh and spirit child. 
She grew in my womb but she was born on the other side.
I gave birth to her on the kitchen floor in our Florence kitchen Italy spirit side.
My waters broke and Gary was a such a beautiful loving husband he delivered her himself through the contractions and the pain. He was transfixed on watching his daughter being born from the woman he loves.
He saw her head breach and one more push she was in his arm bloody and crying. He cut the cord. I have never see a man cry with joy.
While I was having an MRI scan I could see the pair of them waving to me from afar. I wanted to wave back.
So instead they sent me a photo.
Eden looks like her papa blue eyes and ginger hair.
Six months old and a wriggler she hates nappies and crawls every where.
She is our bridge and precious 
I love her and most of all I love Gary Paul Costello for giving me so much love.
We have a beautiful home and a beautiful bunch of children.
But Eden is something she had two teeth and she is so cute.
I breast feed her and I express breast milk too so when I am not there he can bottle feed her.
Here is proof that he exist and so does Eden Floria Costello.
I am the bridge to this spirit side.
I am loved 😍.

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