I walked into her little nursery, painted pink and white and all things feminine. A pink flower sat on a shelf and butterflies hung overhead as she slept. Long drapes that held back the harsh sun covered a window that surely she will look out and dream of the world that will no doubt open up for her. She was showered with kisses, hugs and sweet whispers. She’s the baby sister, two big brothers, a strong Daddy and a Mommy who’s heart was overflowing with her new princess.
