When I became pregnant with my son, we chose not to find out the gender and to keep it a surprise until birth. I always believe that it is one of those true surprises in life. For those 9 months, everyone had opinions of what I was having. I wanted a healthy baby, obviously, but I secretly wished for a boy. I always pictured having 2-3 kids (2 boys and 1 girl) with the oldest being the boy, and the girl being the younger…if a 3rd came along, I wanted another boy to double protect his sister. When Nicholas was born, it was one of the best days of my life, healthy, happy and a BOY!! I was off to a great start.
A couple years later when planning for our second, I again, wanted a healthy baby…but secretly wanted a girl as well. This time we chose to find out at our ultrasound at 20 weeks. When the doctor announced I was having a girl, I cried..not only because I cry at everything but because I was having the family I dreamed up in my head.
When Ella was born, she was absolutely perfect just like her brother. A round face, healthy, perfect skin, happy and she was all mine. This weekend she turned four. FOUR!!! What?! I can not believe four years have gone by since I gave birth to my little girl.
My little Boo is a sassy thing. Full of life, full of curiosity, full of smarts and full of pure beauty. To me, she is perfect and she is the most perfect daughter for me. She’s understanding. She understands when I can’t play or do her nails at that exact moment “because mama is working on pictures” or she understands the nights I am not home to put her to bed.
She’s silly and sweet. Sassy and smart. She adores her friends and family and I know she’s going to grow up one day to be something big. I could not be more proud of her and what she is becoming in her four little years of life.
Last night while I was laying with her in her bed she said to me “Thank you Mama for my birthday”. I’m pretty sure she meant her birthday party or her birthday trip to Water Country followed by dinner and cupcakes with her best friend and brother, but to me it also meant she was thanking me for having her and letting her have a birthday. I kissed her sweet little cheeks and got teary eyed, because I don’t always feel like the perfect mother, but to her, I am….and that’s all I could ever hope for. xo.
Here are some pictures from her birthday BBQ we had this past weekend with all of our good friends. We thank everyone so much for coming and taking time out of your busy holiday weekend to spend it with us and her, it means a lot.
