Nobody could have prepared me for what I know now.

How her eyes are shaped like mine, and her nose too but how she’s her dads double in every other way.

Like how her hair is as fiery and golden as her personality. Warm and sweet with a pinch or two of spice.

Like knowing that “head shoulders knees and toes” would be the one song that settled her for months and Noah Kahn’s “stick season” never fails, too.

I dreamed of her having her dads gorgeous blue eyes and now I know they’re a delicate balance of the most beautiful blue and green.

I now know that she’ll fight sleep to never miss a slice of the action (hello fomo baby) but she’ll give in with a cuddle, rock, and her lovey too.

I know how her middle toe overlaps the fourth (on her cute little square feet) and how her long legs are the first to outgrow all of my favourite outfits.

Like how her giggle is infectious and is without fail the highlight of my day. How her smile fills her face and her whole body gets excited too.

9 months in and I know I’m more in love than I could have ever dreamed. Somehow I know she was meant for me, and I for her.

She surprises and amazes me every day, and in turn, I amaze myself with how much we’ve grown and what we now know. (And how much we can do on such little sleep)

I spent 9 months wondering who she was going to be.

I’ve now shared 9 months soaking in everything there is to know and love about her (so far).

And the beauty of it is, this is just the beginning.

There is so much still to come.