You are certainly a princess; all someone needs to do is ask you. Your Daddy and I are up to our necks in princesses and ballerinas. You watch several Disney Princess movies everyday, dress up like a princess, tell princess stories, eat with princess utensils, and generally act like a princess all day every day.
When Aunt Shanna got this old bridesmaid dress of Aunt Ma’s out, she hit the princess jackpot. You pranced around and posed for the camera.
When I first found out I was pregnant, I thought I wanted a little boy. I figured I would be a better parent to a little boy, since I’m not the most girly-ish woman. I don’t care for much jewelry, makeup or primping. When I was growing up I was active in sports, and sadly, my younger sister had to teach me how to put makeup on.
When I went for my first sonogram with you, I was barely 4 months along; sex could be determined, but things were a little foggy. The technician said there was a 60% chance you were a girl. I wasn’t devastated, but I had never pictured myself having a little girl - - it was always a boy. About a month later we went back for another sonogram, and without a doubt, you were a she.
It took some time for me to get used to the idea of having a little girl. Of course when you arrived I wouldn’t have traded you for any stinky little boy.
This morning as you sat beside me and put makeup on your little face while I made up my face, I couldn’t have been happier to be a mother of a little girl. And, not just any little girl, but Riley Claire.
I love you so much Princess.