New Born . . .

Mama and Daddy have never felt so much love.

She makes us laugh so hard with the noises and expressions that come out of her, and yesterday I spent the day off and on in tears because I love her so much and know, as I knew within the first 3 seconds of her life, that I would die 10 times over for her.

 Newborns are like feathers with skin. She's becoming less of a feather-she's incredibly strong and has been from the first-- but that delicacy, that precious tiny body with the big life inside it. It's love beyond any scope I know. My husband and I have said to each other in the last couple of days that she doesn't feel new to us. We just met her, but it feels like she's been here all along. All through our time together, perhaps all through my or his life from as far back as we want to go, it's like she's been there, with us, waiting to be born.