My Greta

I just had one of those moments. Where it just hit me: I got my Greta.

You know how thos moments just hit you sometimes? And you go, "wow." Like when you realize "wow, I am the mom now" when your first child is born (or even after your 4th! - you still have those moments!)

I feel like I am still in newborn la-la land and Greta is 3 months old today. Wasn't it just March? Time is confusing.

I hold her way too much, especially at night when everyone else is asleep. 

I get hardly nothing done (including weight loss or exercise *sigh*)

But every night when I hold her, sleeping in my arms,  

all is right in the world.

I couldn't care less about sewing 

or crafting 

or if my pants are still tight. 

(Ok I lie, I do care some, but just not enough to do anything about it yet)

For over 10 years, I have loved the name Greta. I felt in my heart I would have a daughter named Greta. It seems like our children come with their names, so when our first daughter was born, she was Ruby, plain and simple. I love her and her name, don't get me wrong. But when we found out last Halloween that we were having a girl, my first thought was, "it's Greta."

Then through the pregnancy, we went back and forth on names and I worried that she wouldn't be Greta. It sounds silly to even write about it now but I just wanted her so much and I felt like if I called her anything else, I would always feel in my heart that she should have been Greta.

And beyond the name ... I'm just so thankful for this sweet baby. She was a "surprise blessing" that we didn't even know we wanted. The timing was not ours, but Heavenly Father's. He knew we needed her.

My oh my, I can't imagine our family without her. I physically feel my heart swell as I look at her. 

And even more... these three adore her, too.

And these four beautiful faces all together. They are my world.