In the chaos that is our normal household existence, I am constantly reminded of just how lucky I am. Two healthy, beautiful kids and another on the way. Full of love and life and a daily reminder of what life should be. I love them both equally but yet so differently. Is that possible? It's really indescribeable. Teagen is my daughter. My little girl. I once feared the thought of her having two brothers but then, it's hard for me to imagine any other way. 
I never swayed either way on the sex of my children. It didn't matter to me. Happy, healthy and loving. That's all that I wanted. I stand beside that. But, yet, I feel so blessed to have her as my daughter. And, yet, she fits so well into the roll of the 'only girl'. She has fierce loyalty to her brother and often seeks his guidence and his leadership. But, she has fight. She doesn't have to say anything, she doesn't need to. She will just look at you and then you will know where she stands. I just laugh inside as I watch this transpire because she is so much like myself; so fiercely independent but yet so strongly dependent on those closest to her.
I know that she will be the protector of her little brother. A role that she, undoubtedly, will take very seriously. I pray for a smooth transition for her. She has an unmatched loyalty to me. She accepts no substitute and it's a trait that I really don't want to change. After all, she is my daughter.
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