growing up

No one ever told me how watching your baby grow up is such a mesmerizing thing. When I bounce her to sleep I watch her face and see how much she has matured, but also how her little nose has stayed the same as it was when she was a newborn. Looking at it takes me right back to being in the hospital and watching her so intently, memorizing every inch of her perfect little self. If one day she ever decides she doesn’t like her nose, or her delicate almond eye shape or her hair or any other feature I hope I can comfort her with the knowledge that when she was born I was struck breathless when we met. She was and is so beautiful I sometimes can’t believe she came from me. I love her sweet hands and her little tummy and her hair and brilliant blue eyes. She’s perfect.