Here she is, my little blossy face.

People ask me how I'm coping. How is it with three kids? I tell them I feel surprisingly great and that I don't really know what it's like with three kids – the impact has been lessened because Bren's study means he is around for things like  kinder drop-offs so I haven't often had to run around with three kids in tow. 

Added to this, Harlow is  a cruisey baby, I tell them. I think those things have made it easier for me which is probably why I seem to be managing okay.

Yeah, they'll say, but it's probably because she's a girl, too.

And they're right. Part of my positive mindset can be attributed to the fact that she is, in fact, a baby girl. The very existence of her makes me delirious with joy.

No matter how tired, how stressed, how hungry, how frustrated I get, looking at her reminds me that dreams come true. 

Is that too saccharine?

I can't help it. She's my daughter and I've wanted her since the beginning of time.