I mean, this is what I get to look at all day long. I tell her she's delicious and nutritious and if I could bottle up that feeling of her velvety hair against my chin and face, oh my, I would.
She giggles in her sleep. And smiles. A lot. Just the other day when I was saying how Daddy tells her that Mommy is going to teach her all about shopping, she laughed so sweetly. In her sleep, of course, but obviously she's already dreaming about shoes.
I still can't leave the house yet- not until she is two weeks old- midwife's orders. I don't mind at all. But I did sneak out into the backyard last night and my bare feet snuggled into the cool evening grass. It felt sooo good. And was even worth the seven mosquito (or skeeto as Gray says) bites on my ankles.