This is one of life's little ironies. Like when you end up marrying a good ol' Southern boy even though you swore you were leaving Georgia and all its country-ness behind before that could happen.
Or when your 2nd kid ends up being a Girl even though for the past three years you have SWORN that Landon, not Natalie, was coming after Emma.
I never liked pink. Even after I stopped caring about being "cool" and just started thinking for myself about what I REALLY liked. Like when I finally felt confident enough in myself to admit that I was part of the boy band craze. I still love Justin.
Or when I admitted that I, like most women, enjoy shoes and handbags. It's just what it is.
Or when I admitted that I, like most women, enjoy shoes and handbags. It's just what it is.
But pink I never understood.
And now that Natalie is coming, we're going to be in a sea of pink blankets, onesies, and toys along with all of Emma's pink things. Thankfully, Emma tends to prefer purple, but she can't refuse a pink dress, being the girly girl she is.
I worry about my big girl. She's going to have to give up half of our attention in a few months. I know she's excited about the baby but she doesn't understand the permanence of it. I just hope we can convey to her how special she will always be to us, even with a baby sister in the picture.
As long as they're both happy little girls, they can have all the pink in the world.
