There are balloons in this big black box.
Just a one picture after this one, the balloons were released.
At that point I began screaming and failed to get a photo of them floating away.
The look on Preston and Katie's faces was priceless and I'm sad I didn't capture it.
The balloons were PINK!
You see, only the radiologist and the kid at Party City knew what sex their baby was until they opened the box.
The kids received a sealed envelope from the radiologist that had the sex of the baby on it.
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They took the envelope and the large box that Katie and her mom made, to a party supply store.
They handed them both over and then left the store.
When they returned, they paid their bill and left with a box full of balloons---either pink or blue.
They both were certain it was a boy because the radiologist was so quick to find was she was looking for.
It was a glorious 4th of July for our families.
We all gathered to share a meal, watch fireworks and celebrate the big 'reveal'.
I am simply beside myself with joy.
I cannot imagine how much more I can love this baby.
It is so very nice to finally be able to say, "She" and not "It".
I hear being a Grandma is a glorious profession.
One that I intend to excel at.
This wee being will be so loved by so many.
I fear Preston's whole being will be tightly wrapped around her tiny finger.
I can only imagine the two of them in awe of the gift that they have been given when she finally arrives.
We can only wonder about who she will be.
Whether she'll have hair or not.
Whether she'll be a have Katie's lips or Preston's smile.
Whether she'll be quiet and contemplative or boisterous and outspoken.
Until then, We wait and hope and dream and smile at the miracle of this baby girl.