I remember when I first heard those words from the midwife as Daddy and I gazed at your picture on the ultrasound monitor: I'm no expert, but those three lines look like a vagina to me. I knew it. I knew from the moment that first wave of nausea hit that you, my daughter, would soon be punching me in the bladder. I knew when I held you in my arms for the first time all gooey and crying that we were special. We belonged together.
Today, as you turn 4, I remember all the excitement I had about finally buying pink clothes. I loved my daughter before I even knew I would ever have a daughter. And I love you, Evelyn, so much. I can't wait to watch you grow up.
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Happy Belated B-day to Evie. Such a lovely post.
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