Girls...

I have never been much of a girly-girl, and many boyish traits have snuck into my personality. I grew up playing basketball, baseball, football (tackle, of course), and a bit of hockey. I had my occasional fling with Barbies, make-up, and playing house, but I was pretty much your dictionary definition of a tomboy. I also have never been a big fan of girls in general – too much talking, competition, and drama for me. Because of these things, I have always wanted to have a son. My mind picture of the ideal family was two boys, and later a little girl – that way the boys could influence and keep their eyes on their little sister, making the job of raising a little girl a lot easier.
When I found out I was pregnant, I began hoping that I was having a little boy, and I actually worked to convince myself that that was the case. Obviously the convincing didn’t work. April 7th, 2005, we found out that we were having a little girl. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t disappointed. I knew that she was my child and I would love her no matter what, but she was messing up my perfect plan.
Disappointment soon turned to fear when I came to the realization that I was going to have to raise a girl in the pagan world that surrounds us. Being a girl is hard, but being a girl in the 21st century is even harder. How could I help my little girl develop the knowledge and self-esteem that she would need to get through life? How was I supposed to raise a Godly woman when the human race around her is everything but Godly?
When I finally figured out that the girl growing inside of me wasn’t going to change into a boy, I began to prepare myself for the task that lay ahead. I decided that I was going to do whatever it took to raise a healthy, happy, thriving, Godly little girl, who liked herself inside and out.
With a jump to the present, we find Lily Ann McDonald, a gorgeous one-month old baby, who is already smiling and holding her head up high. She has changed my life so much already – I’m even starting to like the color pink. I couldn’t imagine existence without my little Lily – she’s a perfect gift from God that I wouldn’t exchange for anything. Though I still fear that I don’t have what it takes to raise a girl, I’m up to the challenge – after all, I am a girl.

Pretty in Pink 

For Lily's Fans...

Lily can't wait to meet her Uncle Chris...this is her way of supporting him while he is away

Isn't she adorable?

Mommy's little girl

Lily showing off her long, skinny legs

Lily and the boys

Lily, mommy, and the kitten

Silly Lily...

This was taken in the hospital. She put her hands like that

all by herself, and has done it many times since then.