On Wednesday evening, we were presented with a plate of cupcakes and invited to select a blue one or a pink one. I selected pink; Brian selected blue. We were told that the color of the icing inside would reveal the gender of our first grandchild. Simultaneously, we each took a bite and learned that a little pink bundle of joy will be joining our family this summer.
We have been excited since Christmas Day when we learned a baby was on the way. We were indifferent as to whether we knew the gender ahead of time, but just in the short time we've known, we have begun to think of her. We've been praying for the baby since we knew one was coming, but now we can pray for her.
Knowing the baby's gender has narrowed our imagination by half. Now we can envision pink blankets, ice cream dates between a grandpa and his sweet girl, combing hair into pigtails ... It's fun to imagine what she might be like and who she might become, but we also delight in knowing that we'll likely be surprised many times along the way. She may prefer going fishing to baking cookies. She may be a girly girl or eschew the color pink. She may be on the debate team or play golf. She may be shy or the most confident one in her class. The possibilities are endless.
One day soon, her parents are likely to decide on her name. I'm sure once we can call her by name, we'll feel like we know her a little more. In the meantime, we'll think and dream and prepare ourselves to be the grandparents she deserves.
I can't wait to meet her.
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