She's here.
Actually she's been here for two months.
Life is different and the same and wild and slow all at the same time. How does that happen? I don't know, but I do know that I love her.
I love her WILD hair.
I love how she smells and how soft her skin is and the way her mouth turns down when she is about to cry. I love that one of her ears was smooshed at first and that she's finally getting some eyelashes that are long like her brother's. I love that she tries her hardest to laugh but no sound comes out. I love that she smiles all the time, even in the middle of the night or in the bathtub. I love that she can burp like a champ mainly because she eats super fast. I love that she looks to find her daddy when she hears his voice.
I love her.
She's beautiful and perfect.
