I always knew I wanted three.
It's funny how in your immature girl heart you think you get to chose the sex of your future children. Almost as if you write it down it will come true. I had 3 names carefully inscribed in the pages of my senior book..."Alyssa" "Ashlyn" and "David-Michael (cause I thought hyphenated boy names were cool).
2 girls and a boy.
Low and behold, years later my crazy love for all things pink, ruffled, and smeared with sparkle lip gloss would have me praying for a third girl after being blessed with the first 2, and I got my wish. It's not that I didn't want a boy, or think that they were insanely awesome. I just love the dynamic between sisters. I love my sister so much that I thought the gift of 2 would be something they would cherish forever.
But, I never sat to think about what he might be missing...
Those t ball, snuggled up on the couch watching game moments. The joy of seeing your son run across a football field at his last senior game, or having him call you when he's elbow deep in car grease wondering how the heck to put it all back together.
This man though...
He's never complained once. He embraces the tutu, and watches Hannah Montana re-runs. Yet, he still takes the time to show them how to meticulously place their fingers to spin a perfect spiral with their pink football.
I get asked often... "are you trying for the boy?", but we are in agreement. Three completes us.
So this little one... this is as close to boy as he got. She's spunky and energetic. Loves her toy cars, and inspecting bugs, but spends her days in frilly dresses and ribbon tied pigtails. Maybe not "all boy", but boy enough for him.