I thought I would have daughters. All of my cousins have daughters, and while I have one brother, the people in my family just seem to have girls. I had no scientific reason for thinking I’d have daughters, I just assumed I would. I’ve been naming future daughters in my head since I was in junior high school. It’s probably better I didn’t have daughters as “Sterling Penny” and “America Freedom” aren’t as pretty as I once thought they were.
I have boys. Two beautiful, snuggly, smart, hysterical boys. I am thankful every day for those two precious beings, and I thank God every day that he gave them to me. I play with their sweet toes and smell their little heads and try to freeze the moment in my mind so that I can continue to be thankful for them when they are stinky teenagers who don’t want to be snuggled. I am so thankful for my boys.