Six months. Half a year I have had the joy of holding my sweet baby girl in my arms.

This is the time that I am supposed to start getting sad. My little sunshine is no longer a tiny infant. Despite falling on the small side, she doesn’t look small, sound small and is soaring in new ways every day. My little girl is rolling all over the place, grabbing things and scooting around. She is on her way to crawling. Yes, there is a part of me that is a bit sad that time is moving so very fast. But every day that I wake up to my sweet girl is a gift. And I am smart enough to recognize it. (Finally.)

I was reading a birth story tonight, and the mom commented that it usually takes a few days to fall in love with her babies and feel connected to them. This is a pretty common feeling after birth for many moms, but not for us.

Little girl, we were connected from the beginning. Your dad will say I didn’t think you were sweet and that’s not true. What I said is that you were fussy and had to be held and sleep in bed with us for two months. Then all of a sudden, you were a dream.

My dream come true. The dream I never knew I had. I promise, I never dreamt of little girls, I was more than content with your brothers and was sad to be leaving that special club of all boys. But God knew. He knew what would make our hearts and home complete. He knew what I needed. You have such a special place in my heart, I can’t even describe it.

The smiles you give me each day make me melt. I have convinced myself that we will never have the typical drama that mothers and daughters have. I realize that life won’t always be easy, but I can guarantee you can probably convince me of anything if you keep smiling the way you do.

My sweet girl, as I look back on six months, I have nothing but joy inside. There hasn’t been a moment where I wasn’t grateful for you. I think everyone in this family feels this way too. Thinking back on your birth, some might think a C-section isn’t so glamourous. But your birth story is. The love that surrounded you from the minute you were born to thirty minutes later in the recovery room (a room that was to have only two visitors not ten) with your whole family: brothers, grandparents, an uncle, your Godmother and two special girls…that is your story. The story of a girl born to more love than most ever have in life. I pray you always feel our love. I love you, my sweet, baby girl!