Girls Girls Girls

Back in the days when ultra-sound was only used for life-saving procedures during a pregnancy, 

it was a big guessing game when it came time to give birth.

My first little baby was a boy.

His grandmother had made the perfect little quilt that could be used for a boy or a girl.

That quilt was loved for years and over-time mended on every seam.

When I was expecting my next little one 

I was undaunted and purchased pink material to go around the 

little nursery rhyme squares that I had embroidered.

I was positive that I was going to have a little girl.

My mother quilted around the Humpty Dumpty, Little Miss Muffit and other nursery rhymes and made darling quilting designs on all of the edges and borders.

I packed the totally girly, pink quilt in my going-to-the-hospital-bag

By-and-By

The nurses were all a twitter 

and kept coming in to see the little pink quilt 

and the new little 7 pound baby girl who would be its recipient. 

They considered it a lucky guess on my part.

But I knew.

Boy-Girl-Boy

That was it!

My chance for another girl was over.....I thought......But

My oldest son grew up and found the perfect girl

Then there were two (2)

They welcomed a little baby girl

Then there were three (3)

My little girl grew up and delivered a girl of her very own

Then there was four (4)

Son number two grew up and found the perfect girl

That made five (5)

My oldest son added

 six (6)

and 

seven (7)

My youngest son

Eight (8)

and

Nine (9)

Nine Darling Girls.

Each one my favorite.

Each one very special to me.

All mine!

My cup runneth over with love.