Journal Entry. February 20, 1986

One month. One more month. I’m scared to death. And that’s putting it mildly. We have just about everything we need. Maybe some more diapers and a little more experience, but other than that, your father and I think we’re ready. (although I may change my mind after your first few days home!)
I have a confession to make. Whenever I think of you—I think of you as my little girl—my little Katie. I can’t even picture myself with a boy! To be perfectly honest, we don’t even have a boy’s name picked out.
Whatever you turn out to be, though, you’ll be the best Spring baby ever. And, just like Spring, you’ll bring hope and promise to all—especially me. You, my child, are the most precious thing in my life. You always will be. You over everyone and everything.