9 months

Do you ever go back and read posts from a year ago? I do. It's funny to see how not only life has changed, but the way how I blog about it has changed too. I was reading this post from about a year ago regarding the issue I had with divulging the name of my unborn child. Evelyn's name was rather sacred to me, especially since her name came to me in the most sacred of places a year before I even became pregnant. When I heard the name, I kept it quietly to myself with butterflies in my heart for the next hour until I was reunited with Jared and so giddily yet firmly told him that Evelyn would be our first daughter's name. Yes, yes, yes! That name embodied all I thought a woman should be - classy yet a powerhouse.

Evelyn, tomorrow you will be 9 months. Where did the time go? I can't believe I am already planning your first birthday party! {I know, I'm aggressive with these things. Patience hardly describes me. Let's just skip Thanksgiving and Christmas and jump to the REAL party in January}. I am so anxious to go to your appt in the afternoon and see how much your long leggies have grown since your 6 month check-up. Hooray!

Mostly with each passing day I am so grateful that I named you Evelyn. Oh, and that we tacked on your middle name Rae, too. Because without the Rae I couldn't call you Evy Rae - which would be sad. because I just love the two together. But mostly love the Evelyn part and how you are growing in to your name.

When I was little, my dad used to joke with me that as I got taller he was going to put bricks on my head to keep me my small little self. Evelyn, this is your warning! Don't make me pull the bricks out.