Dear Katie Beth,
Little one, you are such a gift.
Daddy and I were so happy to meet you after nine months of waiting and wondering. I might have been the one to buy you all those dresses, bows and ruffles, but Daddy painted your room pink. As predicted, he is smitten with his little girl. And while he's not too enthusiastic about changing your diaper, and he can't help out much when you are ready to eat, he loves it when you melt onto his chest while he sits in the recliner and tells me just how lucky we are to have you and Ben in our lives.
You are changing every day, growing by the minute. I set aside the newborn clothes and diapers at three weeks, and marvel at the double chin and arm rolls that seem to have sprouted overnight. Your eyes are blue, your hair is sandy-brown and stands two inches from your head after a bath, just a wavin' in the breeze.
You are working so hard to hold your head up high; and you make your brother laugh and imitate your bobble-head ways! You also work very hard to not fall asleep in the evenings and sometimes in the middle of the night, but mostly are a wonderful sleeper, going for three to four hour stretches at a time.
Baby girl, you are so loved. I savor your dependent squeaks and squawks that only I can tend to, the warmth of your breath, the perfection of your skin and the smell of your little head, knowing all too well how brief this time as a newborn will be.
Thank you for being our daughter. We love you so much and promise to do the best we know how to do with this gift we've been given.