Dear Boppli,

Well Abigail Grace. you and I had a close call last week! Mommy, despite 13 years of dance classes, managed to fall down 15 stairs! My first thought when I landed at the bottom was "Please Lord, let my baby girl be okay!" and you were. Mommy was bruised and battered all over, but you my sweet little boppli were kicking to the beat of the band. Grandma says you must have liked your first tumbling lesson. How broken my heart would have been to lose my sweet daughter, but the Lord was looking out for both you and I that day. As I always say, grow strong and healthy my beloved boppli!

Mommy Loves You

Dear Boppli,

For so long now Daddy and I have waited to know you, our precious little one, and when that day finally arrives you prove to be stubborn! Do you know my sweet boppli, how frustrating it is to only be 80% sure that you are a girl? Not once did you give the poor nurse a good glimpse! You are already proving that your Rainey blood is flowing proudly through your veins my little stinker. Abigail Grace, Daddy and I love to say your name. He had a dream about you the night before the ultrasound...he dreamt that you were a girl. He dreamt about when we brought you home for the first time, about your first haircut, and your first day at school. We wonder if the Lord was giving us just a small glimpse into your life. We daydream about all of the things we will do with you, all the things we will teach you. Daddy wants to take you hunting with him, and Mommy wants to teach you to tumble and to dance. We want to take you to see the mountains, and we want to help you show a pig at the fair. So many wonderful and exciting experiences lie ahead of us. You are growing bigger and stronger by the day. Your kicks are no longer just little flutters, but neither are they strong enough for Daddy to feel. Keep growing my dear Abigail...We can't wait to meet you.

Mommy Loves You

Dear Boppli,

Soon, very soon, Mommy and Daddy will know whether you are a little boy or girl. We're so anxious to know and to call you by name. Mommy has begun to feel your moving and tumbling around...like little butterflies in her belly. During praise time at church yesterday, you moved and Daddy was thrilled to know that already you are worshipping the Lord along with us. SO much growing you are doing! You have little fingernails and toenails. Your little eyelids are formed, and you respond to light. How could anyone believe you are anything but a precious life?! Psalm 139 says that the Lord "knew you before He knit you together in your mother's womb." Even now the God knows and loves every figment of your being...just like Mommy and Daddy. You are such a part of me, my little one, and to feel you brings such joy to my heart. We are so grateful for you. Grow strong and healthy, my sweet boppli.

Mommy Loves You