Gamechanger

Dear Baby GIRL,

I’m a little overwhelmed with emotions right now. I’ve wanted a daughter for as long as I’ve wanted a baby, and when I cut that cake and saw the bright pink my heart just melted and I broke down. I was truly shocked. I had convinced every facet of my being that you were going to be a boy, and although I would have loved you the same either way, I have spent most of my life in the company of challenging males (i.e. Uncle Ben, Uncle Eli… eh-hem… YOUR FATHER). You will provide balance and the missing piece to my world… a challenging female (usually I have fulfilled this role, but it’s getting rather exhausting). I love you already so much and I can’t wait to see your beautiful face, little girl.

I got a glimpse of that precious face at the ultrasound on Friday.  Although the photo may just look like yet another sonogram photo to you—to me, it’s astonishing. It’s the clearest image I have of you to date and I swear I can make out some of your finer facial features. I think you have your father’s nose. Your little lips and eyes look so pretty. When Dad saw the picture he said, “That’s a girl’s face,” even though we had no idea what your gender actually was. You were just too pretty to be a boy.

I’ve been trying to find time to sit and write to you, but your gender reveal weekend was truly a whirlwind, and I wanted some alone time write only to you, without distraction, and give you the attention and recognition that you deserve. This isn’t just your father’s and my story any more—it’s yours. You’re the leading lady. Your gender reveal provided even more humanity, reality, and context to what we are about to face. It’s incredibly humbling, and I suspect will become more so every day as we get closer to meeting you. I will fill you in on the weekend eventually—but for now a little baby girl is music to my ears, and I can’t think of anything else.

Love,

Mom

Beautiful.