Sometimes as I watch my 2 year olds play, I wonder what kind of 2 year old this little person in my belly will be.
Will she be the kind that talks up a storm, even when I wish beyond anything that she'd just be quiet for a while?
Will she be the kind that plays well with the other kids, or will she be more reserved, content to just watch what's going on?
Will she be stubborn, always needing to get her way and telling me what's what, or will she be tenderhearted, ready to cry at the slightest sign of disturbance?
I know what I hope her to be and any of these personalities would do.
Whatever personality she has, I hope she's able to see this cruel world through optimistic eyes.
I hope she'll be able to appreciate art, music, and football even if she isn't the greatest at creating/ participating in these things.
Beyond anything, I hope this little one will be able to grow up feeling that she is loved. I hope she'll know that she can turn to her mommy and daddy for anything, especially her Heavenly Daddy.
I can't wait to meet her, get to know her, and teach her all of the good and bad lessons I've learned.
I hope she feels the same about me.
(I'm hoping for a girl. And I try not to call our baby "it". So picking a gender to write with seemed easier for this entry. All of the above are just as applicable if our munchkin is a boy.)
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