Growing up I always dreamed of having boys. Maybe because it was just my sister and I, no brothers. Whatever the reason, when I became pregnant with Rosen I was TERRIFIED of having a girl. One morning in my eighth month of pregnancy while I was lazily daydreaming about the son I was hoping desperately was in my belly I heard God tell me very gently that it would be a daughter. I tried to ignore it at first, denying that I had heard it, but it was no use. He was very clear. He must of known that I would need some time to adjust to this news. I remember my first response was that of disappointment and then resentment. (Basically acted like a spoiled brat when things don't go her way) But then I started to gradually get used to the idea - even excited about it. By the time she was born I was SO PROUD to have such a wonderful creature for my daughter. When I look back on those days I have to laugh at myself. How foolish I had been. My girls are the joy of my days and keep our home filled with squeals of delight. :) They are so precious and sweet, and amaze me daily with the tenderness of their hearts. Thank heaven for little girls.
