The Queen's name was chosen long before she was born. 4 years to be exact.
When B and I agreed we were going to get married, we started discussing girl and boy names. We had this image of having a girl first, followed by twin boys (obviously we were wrong on the twin boys!). We threw out certain girl names and quickly agreed on one.
Once we were married, and expecting our first, we knew it was a girl. Without hesitation, we began calling our soon-to-be baby girl by her chosen name.
While pregnant with Emily, I dreamed about her. Often. My dreams reflected my desires for she was often a cute, little thing.
When she was born, she was a cute, little thing.
And she has remained a cute, little thing. By little, I mean 5th percentile little. I'm pretty sure her brother is going to pass her up in weight soon.
My 6 lbs. 13 oz. girl
is now a 20 lb. wild (little) thing.
I know she was sent down first for a reason. She has patiently taught me many things about being a mother. Her independence made it possible for me to finish school. And, her sweet nature has made having a close sibling easier.
This girl has taught me that I am always behind. I do something like install a gate to barricade her entrance into the kitchen and she soon finds a way to break in anyway. She is always one step ahead of me.
Yet, this curiosity has enabled her to learn things fast. Even though I am often exhausted by the end of the day from chasing her around, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Besides, who could resist a little girl with eyes like these?
I sure can't.
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