Dear Abigail Grace,

Can you even begin to phathom, my sweet boppli, what a blessing it is to know you, to feel you move, to see you grow? You move so much now, and each week those little kicks and punches become stronger. You put on quite a show for cousin Brandi and her ultrasound machine yesterday! You danced and swayed, stretched and curled up. You have quite big feet too, I must say! Cousin Brandi says you are a tad on the big side. (Can you imagine?! Mommy is only 4'10"!) You must take after Daddy! How glad I am that you are indeed strong and healthy! Already you bring so much happiness to my life. Each day Daddy and I begin to know you more and more. We know that you are a little stinker, laying still when Daddy wants to feel you kick! We know you have Rainey blood in you already as hyper as you seem to be. We know you love worship music, and quiet times when Mommy and Daddy whisper about you. We know your name, and we pray about the young lady you will one day become. Remember Abigail, that your name means "her father's joy." Always strive, dear one, to bring joy to your Father's heart and to your Daddy's as well. God loves you. He has a plan for you. Psalm 139 says that He knows your innermost parts, and all of your words before you even speak them. He knows YOU. Follow Him, sweet boppli, all the days of your life...Grow Strong and Healthy.

Mommy Loves You...