Siena Voss

Three days had passed since we revealed the baby's gender, but I was still floating in the same soft cloud of joy. It felt like my heart had stretched wider, fuller, with every moment. I would catch myself whispering the word "daughter" under my breath when no one was listening. Sometimes I even placed a hand on my belly and smiled at nothing in particular.

A daughter.

Our daughter.

It still sounded like a dream. The kind of dream I used to cradle in the dark when I was a little girl myself, imagining the family I’d have someday. A husband who kissed me good morning. A son...