Some days I miss having a girl.
Though I’m surrounded by boys, and love it, my heart still aches for a girl.
I miss the pink. The bows. The frills. The mindset of a girl.
The comments I’m continually receiving don’t seem to help any -
”Oh your husband must be so proud, an all boy family!”
“It doesn’t look like girls run in your family…”
I miss her.
Especially those cheeks and her little nose.
But just last week I was reminded when I read this quote:
Whether or not we’re blessed with another little girl while here on earth,
if we’re faithful, the heartache and tears we’ve experienced will all be worth it.
I can’t even imagine what a hundredfold really is.
But I can’t wait for the day we’re able to find out.
Miss you, Monkey.