Oh, my, these babies.
Sometimes, when I give her little kisses on her fingers, I have a hard time not biting down a little harder on that soft baby flesh. Because it just feels so good. Like soft cake.
And the little baby smile, with the head ducking into my shoulder afterwards, to pretend that she's shy? Can one bottle that feeling, of the soft head nuzzling my breastbone? Because seriously, people, you know you would pay money for that.
Then there's the crowing with glee when one of us makes a funny face at her, or she manages to grab my shoe and suck on it.
Oh, Julia. You're right. There is a lot to crow about.