You are so delicious.
Your mouth is just like mine and I can't stop looking at you. You make the best faces, asleep or awake.
You make tiny piglet grunty noises when you are hungry. You try to latch onto my cheek and I die from cuteness.
All of your newborn clothes are too big on you with the exception of some expensive designer baby clothes that were gifts. I feel like this justifies expensive designer baby clothes all of the sudden.
You are just so tiny, such miniature perfection.
I knew, having a daughter, that I would one day face the fact that I am now old and that you are much prettier than I am. Silly me thought that day was in the future but you are so pretty. Your skin and your perfect rosebud face and everything about you already puts me to shame. I can't begin to compete and I really don't care to.
I'm just so amazed that I even get to take credit for you.
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