Dear Baby,
I love you so much. I love looking at your long eyelashes which everyone marvels at. I love seeing how your cheeks grow bigger by the day. That's because sometimes you drink 7 ounces in a feed when the AAP suggests keeping feeds to 3.5 ounces. Your father and I worry about you getting too big.
I love smelling your baby smell. Even your rarely-washed hair smells good to me. I love stroking your soft thick hair. I love seeing all your folds. I don't even mind blowing on your bottom to dry it before diapering you. Even your poop doesn't smell that bad to me.
I love hearing your gulps as you drink. I love the way you try and suck on my nose when I put my face close to yours and you're hungry. I love the way you frantically move your head side-to-side when you're hungry.
I love the way you look when I burp you sitting on my lap. I love the little coos you make as if you were starting to talk. I love the "ohs" you make when you're satiated and quietly alert. I love your big eyes and your button nose and your perfect little lips. I love your double chin.
I love seeing you enjoy your bath. I love the way you sit in the nook of my arm when I'm feeding you. I love seeing your grandma talk to you. I love seeing your daddy hold you.
I love you.
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