Every second, is a second chance.

19 days and counting down.

 When I realized I was pregnant with our second it wasn't exactly what you imagine in the movies, it seems to be that way more often than not. I was in hysterics, thinking oh no, this is not the right time. Most of my family were in agreement and then friends were encouraging, but I still felt a huge weight on my shoulders. Then someone said,

"There will probably never be a "good time" for anything,   there will always be something else going on." 

[my mom said it to be specific.]

 It make me really sit back and think. Planning out every move just doesn't work, something always happens to alter the plan we have. Not just with babies, with everything. Life seems to love sending us on detours, sometimes to make us enjoy the scenery, sometimes to make us appreciate the road we'd been provided, before leading us to where we really need to be. I've been preparing, not planning, for this new little girl we're about to welcome into our family. Looking back on the past 10 months of our lives, we've been pushed to our limits, tested again and again, and loving each other through all of the "tough stuff". In as little as 19 days a person will be born into an imperfect world, full of imperfect people, that have loved her since we saw her "+" sign, even if we didn't know it then.

 I have nothing but hope, that we can teach our girls to live openly. To not plan a "white picket fence" kind of life for themselves, but encourage them to explore the world and find who they are. I want them to make mistakes, fall down, and have the strength to stand back up on their own terms. I want them to know that their father and I will always be here to guide them (maybe not always in the right direction, hey I said we aren't perfect) in the best way we can. Their failures will be ours, their successes also ours. I already feel an infinite amount of pride in their existences, no matter what they choose to do with their lives. 

I will always be proud to be their mom.