Dear Gracey Girl,
It’s been a whole year. One year since my life was forever changed.
One year ago — on Good Friday of 2011 — Daddy and I found out we were expecting you. What a good Friday it was.
Let me tell you a little about the year you’ll never recall.
In the beginning, the doctors told us you weren’t a healthy baby. But God had bigger plans. Daddy and I cried a few tears for you, baby girl, but deep in our hearts, we knew. We knew you were strong. You and me, Gracey Girl, we’re fighters. And Daddy is our biggest fan.
As the weeks passed, I started to daydream. Could it really be true? Were we actually going to be blessed with the beautiful little girl I had wanted all along? I thought about the pretty room we were going to make you. I pictured a closet full of little pink clothes. I spent many sleepless nights picturing your tiny face. (I never could have imagined how precious you’d actually be.) I counted your little kicks in my belly two, sometimes three, times a day. We prayed for you every day. Shortly before you were born, Daddy and I decided on your name: Gracey Elle, the prettiest, most special name we could think of. Gracey, because it’s only by the grace of God that you’re here, and Elle, because it’s the second half of my middle name (Noelle). You’re our beautiful second half, angel face.
So today, as I think about the year Daddy and I went through to finally hold you in our arms, I’m going to kiss you 1,001 times, instead of just 1,000. As we play with Mr. Puppy on the floor for an hour straight, I’m going to smile and remember how long I waited for these moments. And as I lay you down in your crib tonight and whisper, “Sweet dreams,” I’m going to thank God and say an extra prayer.
We love you so much, Gracey Girl.
Love,
Mommy
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