The other day driving in the car, I was alone, which is very rare.
I was thinking about my middle child Jessie. I was remembering how I cried when I found out I was pregnant with her.
Not a good cry.
Sadie was only three months old when I found out about Jessie, and I wasn’t ready for another pregnancy. Another child.
It took me a long time to get used to the fact that she was coming.
I prayed she would be a boy.
When we got the ultrasound and the tech told me we were getting another princess, my eyes welled up with tears and I was holding back my sadness.
How stupid and silly and selfish and honestly ridiculous those thoughts and actions were at the time.
Because I look at my Jess, and I feel nothing but the most immense love, and admiration for our funny girl.
Every morning she is at my bedside waking me up with, “I love you so much mom”.
She has this humor that livens up our entire home. She has impeccable comedic timing. She is only 4 and just intuitively knows what is funny.
She is loving and silly and cuddly and thoughtful and unique and my sweetheart.
She is unpredictable. One minute she will be making us all laugh and the next, I will find her hiding in a corner reading her favorite book.
I feel so blessed to have her in my life. To have her apart of our family.
Blessed that she is exactly the way she is.
My life would be incomplete without her.
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