When I found out I was having a baby girl, I pictured Gracie.
Before I knew her name. Before I saw my first ultrasound. Before I heard her speak. I pictured Gracie.
I pictured a strong-willed girl, like her momma. Someone who had her own ideas, her own sense of self. A girl who argued because she believed that strongly, and listened because she loved that much.
I pictured a feisty, fiery girl with a head full of knowledge and information, and a heart bursting with happiness and laughter.
Gracie will turn four-years-old in a few weeks, and, while it breaks my heart that she is growing up, I am also full of joy as I watch her grow into this perfect little girl. The one I pictured so long ago. She is everything I could have ever wanted in a daughter.
She is everything I knew she would be.