The day we found out we'd be having a daughter, my world changed. I was afraid. I know it seems so silly now, but I was entering new territory. I knew boys. It was familiar, safe, and I thought it would be easier to follow down the path already taken. As the months passed, I began to dream of what a daughter might be like, and I wished something simple. I wished that she would love to color. I guess it's because Luke never really sat still for a moment as a baby (and he's still that way). I thought, how nice it would be to just sit quietly and color with my daughter.
I wished, and I never guessed it would come true so soon. Now, it's my hope that I'll be able to defend the walls and teak furniture from our new little artist. I feel lucky. Very lucky. Very grateful.