Oh Baby Girl...

Getting pregnant with Mason I hoped and prayed it was a boy. I just couldn't see myself being a girl mom.. the bows, tutus, glitter... a girl just didn't seem to mesh with me as well as a boy was going to. Lets face it, I was terrified of being a "bad girl mom", I'm better with tough love and mud than I am with tea parties and cuddles. One day you can thank your Grandpa Scott for that. There was that moment at our reveal party when it hit me like a ton of bricks that those balloons could very well come out pink and there was no going back. I had to breathe and remember this baby was healthy and had so many people waiting to love on it. There was more worry in that moment than when I saw two pink lines instead of one. When blue balloons came out I was beyond ecstatic. I got my boy and when you meet your big brother you'll realize just how much "boy" he really is. I'm honestly not sure he got a single thing from me, not one. Someday when you hear the horror stories, and that's no exaggeration, about your dad and Uncle Mathew you will understand that your brother is all McKinnon boy. Maybe I prayed too hard for that boy?

But then I got pregnant with you and I hoped and prayed you would be a girl! Funny how things change huh? I couldn't imagine having TWO of those little Mckinnon boys destroying my house and themselves. I knew a little girl wouldn't ever allow her big brother to tie up a babysitter and take pictures or rig our house up like "Home Alone" with tacks in the carpet and paint over the doors. That's just a couple stories you'll have to ask your dad about someday. You will likely save us our sanity and remodeling our house because again lets face it, little sisters are great at being tattle tales. God has a plan for our family and so far I'm loving it.

From the beginning I knew you were a girl, not one day went by that I doubted that. I even went as far as to start shopping for girls clothes. You made me sick for months, you keep your feet in my ribs like it's your job and when your big brother pokes and prods at you, you fight back. I already know you're going to be a firecracker... maybe you will actually get something from me. We always talk about whether you're going to look like your brother or not, your daddy's genes are stronger than mine when it comes to that so you probably will. When I was pregnant with Mason I only had one pregnancy dream and we were going to pick him up from the hospital where they kept the babies in a big swimming pool. When we finally found him he had big hazel eyes and when you get the chance to meet your brother you will see that he, in fact, has big hazel eyes. So far this pregnancy I have had one pregnancy dream and there you were, in water, with big hazel eyes.

We won't always see eye to eye and I am already dreading the teenage years. Telling you to change your clothes while you sneak them in a bag to change into later, making you wash your face before you go to school because you have that dreaded foundation line that most girls don't master til it's way too late and listening to your dad complain about the boy you decided to go to your first prom with. Despite all of that I honestly can't wait to see what you add to our family. You will be the bread to our butter, jelly to our peanut butter and gravy to our mashed potatoes. We can't wait to meet you baby girl. I wish you had a name by now but that's a whole other story we won't get into.

If I can teach you anything in life I want it to be this.. learn to make yourself happy, it's the best gift you can give yourself and those around you... understand that beauty really is on the inside, no matter what tabloids or social media tell you...a little mountain air, dirt and solitude is like chicken soup for the soul, take advantage of this beautiful place you'll call home... keep God and your family #1 in life and any struggle won't seem as impossible to get through... and mostly understand that no matter how hard your daddy and I might be on you, it's for the absolute best.

With all the love a human can possible give,

Mommy

P.S. I should probably tell you now that you won the lottery when it comes to daddy's. He's going to be your favorite... I already forgive you for that, because he's my favorite too! <3