pink is my favorite color

Actually, in recent years my favorite color has gotten a little darker, changing from pink to red. Although I still feel some joy in my heart when I see a certain beautiful, perfect shade of pink.

I've heard it said that if you wear a blue garter at your wedding you're guaranteed to have a boy. I wore pink at mine. The seamstress took a little bit of the scraps from Audrey's dress and sewed it into a garter I had purchased. We didn't do the garter toss or anything I just really wanted to have a girl and thought, if it the tale turned out to be true for boys, then maybe it would work for girls.

It did. We're having a girl. :)

Of course I would have been thrilled either way. I can just imagine a little boy running around this joint being all boyish. However, there was a certain exuberance I felt when the ultrasound tech told us that the baby growing inside of me is a girl. Of course she is. It did take awhile for it to be real though. It is still sinking in. I want to shout it from the rooftops:

Watch out world, there's gonna be another Miller girl up in this piece!!
(well, a miller-corcoran girl)

(circa 1987)

Now, let's make bets on how long I can stave off Disney Princess paraphernalia and super frilly pink crap...