This girl

has me wrapped around her finger. Having a daughter is so sweet, and daily, I look at her blue eyes and her goofy grins and just think, "Lord you are so good to give me Freya." I never had a sister, and while I adore my little brothers and wouldn't trade them for the world, I never knew what a special bond could be built between two girls in the same household--no one to share clothes or do my hair or giggle about boys with...but I survived. My brothers and I played dress-up, and they even let me be the bossy teacher when we played school while they had to endure creative "homework" and ridiculous school rules:) And even Barbie could join G.I. Joe on a mission to fight evil. Stuffed animals all had names and were arranged in families and Lincoln Log sets had nice kitchens and every one of their tough Playmobile cowboys got married and had children, thanks to me:) Being the only girl wasn't that bad.

My mom is my best friend, but as a kid, I just thought that was how it always was with everyone, but now, as I have grown older and wiser (I hope), I know that really isn't true. Not a given anyway. Not every mother and daughter are best friends. As the years go by, and fashions change, and life passes us by, I pray that I will prioritize this relationship...my Freya girl is quite a spitfire. She is fearless and strong, goofy and loud. Alot like myself, I suppose; not sure if that is good or bad--guess time will tell. But right now, I think about her and my heart swells with joy, with pride, and with sheer excitement to see what the years have ahead for us. I am so blessed. I love this girl. And now that we know Baby is a boy, I guess it makes me all the more determined to be intentional with Freya, like my mom was with me...and unless the Lord sees fit to bless us with a 4th some day down the road, she might just have brothers too--just like her mama:)