When I found out my second child would be a little girl, I panicked. I may be a woman, but I only had experience parenting a son.

Truthfully, I’ve become less of a “girly girl” with age. Somewhere in my mind I dreaded the inevitable dress and bow dance.

But, you know, having a daughter isn’t at all what I expected. You find your own rhythm. Your girl voices her own preferences. And you attach yourself to every symbol of her life.

Truly, I’ll never grow weary of seeing little reminders that God is faithful.