Happy Two Week Birthday Addison Davy
I don't know that I expected to feel this way at 2 weeks. Two weeks with a daughter. Two weeks not working. Two weeks of fitful sleep. Its a strange mix of exhilaration and wonder and exhaustion. Beauty and surprise. Its "I can't believe she belongs to me." My days are full of feedings, diapers, naps, diapers, feedings, kisses upon kisses. I wonder now how I used to live. She's perfect. I tell her that and she smiles knowingly at me. (we pretend that she smiles cause she means to)
You've done well, Addie Ann. You've single-mittened-handedly made us all fall chronically in love with you.