She's perfect

It's been three days and I love her more than life itself. I hold her close, watch her sleep, whisper in her ear about salon visits and pedicures and shopping trips and girly things, all the things I can't wait to do with her. When she opens her eyes, I ask about her day, tell her in a funny voice about our family, play with her arms and legs and touch her button nose. Her hair is the softest substance on earth, her skin silkier than silk. She's the most interesting thing I've ever known, and I sit and watch her for hours.

It's possible that I am a tad besotted.