To my dear Charis,
After your daddy and I were married, we were trying NOT to conceive, but when I missed my period in December 2009, I knew I was pregnant. I started calling you our "wonderful surprise from God." Nine long months went by before you were born. The first time I held you, I cried.
I love to see you smile, laugh, talk, crawl, grow, pull on objects to attempt to stand up. I have loved you during the tough times as well, such as the frequent feedings, sleepless nights, and nursing you when I had mastitis and a cracked nipple. I love looking into your eyes and holding you. You are my "mini vacuum cleaner." I now need to work hard at caring for you and being a housekeeper. I am not a perfect mum, as I'm sure you're aware of, but God is gracious to me in giving us you. Charis Louise, I love you.
Note: I don't always like mentioning our daughter was a surprise because I feel guilty, especially when I hear about friends who have been trying to conceive for over a year. And I don't want my daughter to think that we did not want her. After we found out we were expecting, Drew and I were thrilled and would not have changed anything. I also put my letter in "quotes" to distinguish the letter from the rest of the blog post.