Call it sentimentality. Call it hormones. But lately, I've been a little weepy thinking about our family of 3 growing into a family of 4. It's bittersweet to imagine Bronwynn no longer being our only child. How can we fathom it? Her personality has a way of spilling over and filling a room so completely that it's hard to focus on anything (or anyone) else.
Twenty-three months ago when our doctor laid our little, pink, curly haired baby on my chest, I had absolutely no idea we'd enjoy so many moments like these:
Face it. She's a tough act to follow.
Yet, I can't help but think we're about to double our fun and give her one of life's best gifts: a sibling, playmate...and a dancing partner.