Looking at her face fills me up with this rush of love. I want to hold her and squeeze her and kiss her cheeks and protect her from anything bad that might ever happen.
She's so impossibly perfect.
I knew that her arrival would not fill up the broken places in my heart, but I didn't fully understand what it would feel like when my heart expanded to love this baby, too.
I look at her face and I see her sister. But mostly I see just her--Caroline Audrey--the best baby I could imagine. Every day she amazes me and makes me laugh.
On the list of all the best things in the world, at the top of mine is the feeling of a fussy baby relaxing in my arms.
Sometimes a baby just needs her mama.
David said to me last night, "You're her comfort."
But the truth is that she is mine.