It's her name, this little girl growing within me. It's Grace. Or Gracie Bears, according to my husband.
We love her, oh how we love her.
Scott is so excited for her to arrive, tells me often how he wishes we could fast forward to the days when she is here on the couch with us, snuggling. He intends to stare at her and tickle her toes and to love and kiss on her. It makes me fall in love with him that much more when he talks about her, because he is so sincere in his intentions. Nine.point.five weeks my loves, that's all we have left!
We've known this would be her name since long before we knew she was a she, before she was conceived even... The name just seems so perfect for her, for the experience we have had as a family. It's a pretty name. It's a strong name. I think it bodes well for both a cutesy little girl as much as it does for the sophisticated young woman I hope she has the opportunity to become one day.
She will carry his name within hers. As a nod to him, to the brother she never had the chance to meet here on Earth, Jack will be her middle name. It's an opportunity for his name to live on with hers, to continue to be spoken, to continue to be a reminder of the Grace which has come into our lives when we needed it most.
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