Super Girl

One year ago today I rolled out of bed after a restless night, waddled to the shower, tried to calm the nerves in my stomach, and headed to the hospital to have my baby boy. As I dressed for what would be 8 hours of labor, I put on my baby blue superman socks. I was ready to meet Luke.

The baby came a lot faster than Kourtney. I didn't expect to meet "him" so soon. When Travis said "It's a girl, Kelly," my brain was not processing fast enough. I kept saying, "no it's not." But it was. It was a precious little girl. I looked at her and felt as if I didn't know her. We didn't know her name. We didn't have an outift or a book suited for her. We didn't have a closet full of clothes ready for her to wear. We didn't prepare Kourtney for a sister.

It was instantly a buzz of activity. On the phone... "No, I am NOT kidding you," we repeated over and over. The grandmothers went shopping. Dad went to find the baby name book. The nurses left me to rest. And there I was alone. No boy in my belly. Just a little girl being checked in the nursery that I did not know. But then they brought her to me. That was it. Her blue eyes and wrinkly skin was more than this mother's heart could take. I expected to be loving my boy, but instead I was loving my little girl. She didn't tell us she was a boy. She endured being called Luke for 4 months! But she wasn't. She remained nameless until we made the announcement. McKenna Grace... able and gracious. How fitting.

One year later my McKenna Grace is everything a mother could want. Her eyes light up when she sees any of her family... especially her sister. She squeels with delight when you play peek a boo, give kisses, or pud her tummy. She flirts with strangers, pulls herself up to stand, cuddles with Mommy, refuses to walk or stand alone, and loves taking baths with Kourtney. She could spend all day in the tub and make her skin as wrinkly as the day I met her. Another girl. What a blessing. A sister for Kourtney like I never had. Perfect for shopping, girls' days, and hearing daddy say, "my girls." My girl. How lucky I am. Happy Birthday McKenna.

As we celebrate this day, I couldn't help but pick out the "Supergirl" theme. She is not a boy. She is our super girl.