Unanswered prayers

When we decided to have a second child, I for the most part really didn't have a preference for a boy or a girl.  Mostly because you can't control that part.  But if I were to be completely honest with myself, I was a tiny bit hoping for another girl. We had the clothes and the toys.  It wouldn't be that much of a change, just going back to square one.  I knew girls.  I have two sisters so I have had two built in best friends since the beginning.  There is a closeness in the relationship of sisters that can't be duplicated anywhere else.  So when the sonogram tech confirmed we were having a boy, a little piece of my heart cried.  It mourned the loss of the possibility of a sister-sister relationship for Noelle.  It panicked over what to do with a boy, how do we raise one and the worst specter of all:  could I possibly love a little boy as much as I love Noelle? 

And then, this

How could I have ever been worried?  He was here, he was perfect...and huge.

He captured our hearts right away; how foolish I was to doubt the love I would feel for him.

He is just who he needed to be and who this family needed.  He's a happy, smiling baby who lights up when you come into the room.   He is more active than his sister was; can't wait to get into trouble.  He gives big sloppy kisses and tries desperately to get to you.  He much prefers being held to sitting on the floor.  And he brings so much joy to us that its almost impossible to describe.  He is Noah.

I love you, Boo Boo.  Always and forever.