I know that Britain is no longer small... she's really not even a baby anymore! But in my mind, she will always be that tiny little baby I rocked in our tiny little Cody, Wyoming apartment, with her little fists held right by her face. Her little legs curled up close to her body, and her tiny stretching barely strong enough to push against my cradling arms. I can't believe she is approximately three feet tall, and 35 lbs. I can't understand why picking her up hurts my back, and at story time, it kills me that she doesn't really fit on my lap in the rocking chair comfortably.But I am blessed. She is so healthy, so happy and full of life. She has more energy than any person I know and she beams with joy (most of the time). She is my whole world, even when she makes me want to pull my hair out. I love her so much.
I thought I couldn't love anyone as much as I love her....
But some how I do. I already love the tiny body in my tummy. The little personality that likes to wedge between my hips and snuggle in. I love the tiny feet that kick when anyone invades her space, and the head that avoids any contact with any pressure (including ultrasound tools). I love that this little girl was sitting cross-legged and facing in. I like to think that means she'll be cuddly when she's born.
I love watching Britain's cute face beam with excitement as she tries to understand if "her" baby is in mommy's tummy, or Britain's tummy... (Because after she has dinner, sometimes it's hard to tell!) I love that Britain respects that the crib is for the baby, and that she worries when babies are sad. I love that she seems so concerned about what the baby will do, even though the concept must still be somewhat abstract.
When we found out our second baby was a girl I was shocked. I had just known that it was boy! I had a name, I had a clothing budget. I even painted Britain's room green so she could share with what I knew would soon be a little brother! But it's a girl! I was so shocked over being wrong that I couldn't really get excited, I felt like I let Brandon down by not willing it to be a boy for him. He on the other hand, seemed happy and excited. (I'm so lucky to have him too!) So here's my point. I love that my little sister took the time to explain how grateful she has been over having our other sister so close to her age. She explained how they can talk about stuff, and support each other. And I've noticed, they even share clothes. I am so grateful that my Britain can have that relationship with a sister close to her age. I hope they are best friends and always there to support each other.After getting over my initial shock. I am happy to report, that I am absolutely thrilled to be blessed with two girls in a row.
I love my sweet daughters more than I can express. And I'm so thankful for the wonderful husband that I share them with.
