The Days Before You Were Here.
Dear Baby Girl,
We are anxious to meet you.
Your due date is 6 days from now.
As of yesterday, you were the size of a mini-watermelon.
But you feel more like a gigantic watermelon that wins the contest at a redneck fair.
You are active.
Especially at night.
Sleep is scarce.
But I think it’s God’s way of preparing me for your first days.
Not months, though, ok?
I want you to know about life before you.
These last days of summer.
Our life preparing for you.
I want you to know how much your church family loves you.
So many ladies came to welcome and celebrate you.
“Ready to Pop” was the theme.
Pop Rocks for favors.
And a full brunch spread.
They prayed over you.
Over our family.
You are more blessed than you know to be born into such a loving and kind church.
These women have so much to teach you, Holland Joy.
I can’t wait for you to meet them.
We went to Disneyland without you.
Sorry about that.
Blame Nan and Pops.
Technically you were there.
We also went to Legoland.
Your older sisters are currently obsessed with Chima Lego toys.
At first I thought a house full of small plastic blocks would mean an end to my sanity.
But actually they have kept them busy most of August.
And they are the only thing in the house the dog has zero interest in chewing.
Well, that and his chew toys.
Thank you, Chima.
Get it together, Lincoln.
Your sisters shared a shake by the seashore.
Kayla says she’s ready to share with another.
Ashlyn says: “So many girls!!”
Daddy says amen to that.
We also visited some of our favorite So Cal friends.
Friends you are going to love, Holland.
Friends who can’t wait for you to be the seventh little silhouette in a crazy bunch.
Your family and your Nana’s amazing friends love you, too.
Susie hosted a shower for you.
It was such a lovely afternoon.
With the women of our family.
And women who are like family.
Yummy steak and salmon.
Nothing Bundt Cakes for dessert.
Beautiful, thoughtful gifts.
So many adorable outfits.
You are spoiled, little girl.
And better dressed that your mama.
Let’s just say you won’t be wearing the same outfit twice.
School starts for your sisters tomorrow.
They said goodbye to summer with one last swim.
And Lincoln got a rough first haircut.
He’d like some time before your arrival for things to grow out a bit.
We can’t wait to kiss your face, baby girl.
We hope it’s soon.