It’s official. You are 39 weeks and two days old. You have spent exactly as much time in the world now as you did inside of me. It’s bittersweet to realize that you have grown so much.
I remember the first feelings when I found out you were inside of me. I remember the fear, the anxiety, and the difficulty I had to connect with you.
We thought we lost you at 9 weeks old, but you were strong. The doctors thought you wouldn’t make it to full-term, but you certainly proved them wrong. I thought you were a boy, but you are the sweetest little girl.
You have been a welcome disruption in our lives. You have flipped our world upside down and we are loving it. You have stolen me completely and you have taken your father’s heart captive.
Before you came earth-side, I was afraid to share you with the world. I loved keeping you close. But you are a wild child, an adventurous spirit…you push your boundaries and are fearless. Yet you are a mama’s girl and love to be close. You are silly and giggly. You are the perfect mix of your father and me.
You spent 39 weeks and two days near my heart, and now you have spent 39 weeks and two days on the other side of it. I am so thankful for every wakeful night, screaming fit, spit up meal, dirty diaper, and painful laboring hour. Thank you for the past 9 months of being our daughter.
God has given us many blessings, but our favorite is you.