Abigail Hope's story begins on April 9, 2008. After a long, beautiful labor, with the assistance of a team of midwives and children, Abigail was born into this world. Her peaceful birth into the warm birth tub was met by loud screams. At that moment, I knew this was going to be a bumpy road. Abigail met the world with passion and enthusiasm. She knew what she wanted from the beginning, and she was always more than happy to let everyone else within hearing distance know her opinion. She was the 2nd daughter we had been praying for...a sister for Anna Faith...a chance to use girly hairbows and dresses...a 4th child to finish out our 2 and 2 set...but wow did she have her own agenda. To say Abigail was bossy isn't entirely accurate--she was THE boss--but we were all happy with it that way. Whatever she wanted, she got, but she also in the process convinced us that whatever we just did for her was exactly what we wanted to do as well. It was in fact the very thing we were truly wanting to do all along...we just didn't know it yet. She was that child. The one that could make a first time parent seriously reconsider having kids. But despite the volume, the activity, the demands, we all adored her. She was the baby, the fourth. I had learned how to relax, how to be patient, how to not stress about the small things...well, most of the time anyway.