Mila turned one month old last Wednesday. I had written this mushpot sappy love letter to her but I think for now at least I'll be keeping it private. All I know for sure is I want to do right by her. And that I love her so much I can't stand it.
but p.s. raise your hand if you've ever feared your infant? As in, you finally get her to sleep, tiptoe exhausted into your bed and as you are slipping your feet into the warmth of the comforter hear a sudden WOO! coming from her crib's direction and your heart somersaults a beat as you fear she's awake again. Luckily my daughter is just a noisy sleeper and nine times out of ten it's just an isolated WOO! but still.