I look at you and think how beautiful you are. Not that your face is pretty, or your eye lashes long, which they are, but that you smile from the inside out and it is so real and so infectious that everyone who sees it must smile too. I wish you could hang on to that.
I see the strength you have as you try to life your head and I feel the power in those tiny legs as they push themselves up off my lap, standing in bow legged glory on my knees while your tiny pink toes curl up trying to find a place to hang on. I hope you keep this need to be strong and persistent all your life.
I watch as you suck furiously, greedily drinking in all the sustenance you can and I love the way you grab your toys and stuff your tiny fingers in your mouth. You live with gusto right now and that is a wonderful habit to develop.
Both of your parents love you so much. They are there, together, for you in every way from picking out the clothes you wear, the toys you play with and even the songs you hear with those tiny perfect ears. I hope you always understand that they will stand behind you no matter who you decide to become, because they love you, not what you make of them.
I've only known you for a short time, but it has been a time for marveling at the beauty of you. You are everything I ever dreamed of and more.
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