…with the way she held our gaze when she was born, so full of trust and awe at the world we’d brought her into.
…with how much she looks like her Daddy (and like me at times) and what a miracle it is that we created this.
…with her little feet and the way she kicks her feet to loosen a swaddle so she can work her little arms out.
…with the way she purses her lips and the little bubbles that form when she ‘phantom nurses’ during her sleep.
…with the way she now smiles at me when I talk to her and tickle her chin and the tip of her nose.
…with the way she takes up all of my time and every beat of my heart, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Every day we thank God for finding us worthy of being your parents.