Hair Bows and Painted Toes

When we first found out we were pregnant I thought I wanted to have a boy, not because I like boys better, because I felt like I knew how to be a mom to a boy better than a girl. I also think big brothers are incredibly important and any child who grows up with a big brother to look up to and protect them is a lucky kid. I love having all of my brothers and I cherish the friendships I have with them. With that said, I can’t imagine having any other baby. She is so perfect for our family right now and I wouldn’t change a thing.

There are so many fun things about having a daughter. I love decorating her room and making her pretty blankets. I love picking out cute little outfits that she will spit up all over, and dressing her up for church and even looking through Target at the sea of pink and lace and all things girly. I love the way people stop us when we are out and coax her to smile only to become smitten by this little lady. I especially love watching her with her daddy and the way he dotes on her. I love making bows, and flowers and other silly things for her to wear. I love painting her little nails when Matthew isn’t home and having a little girls night. I love the thought that one day she will want to play with my makeup, walk around in my shoes and try on my wedding dress.

I knew I would love her. I loved her before I knew her, but I had no way of knowing how much her love would mean to me so quickly. No, we do not have deep conversations about world events, or go to the bookstore to pick up the newest novel by our favorite author or watch I Love Lucy re-runs together, but when I look in her little eyes I see worlds of meaning and when she kicks and splashes in the tub we have so much fun and when I snuggle this round baby of mine I feel perfectly happy. Having a daughter is one of the sweetest parts of my life. She is such a blessing I am so grateful to be her Mom.