I woke up this morning feeling incredibly guilty.
I haven't spent enough time on my knees thanking my Heavenly Father for this sweet baby that He's given me.
It still doesn't feel real that she's actually here. I have to remind myself every morning that she's mine. And then it's like Christmas. I can't get to her fast enough
kiss those tiny cheeks, hands, toes, mouth, tummy, forehead, legs, and anywhere else I can get my kisses on.
She looks like her daddy. Especially when she's awake.
She definitely has her own personality. She is strong willed. Oh boy. I think we're in trouble.
Every day she's melting our hearts more and more, and therefore, should bring me to my knees more and more.