At 1:51 this morning, Dowlan and I were doing exactly the same thing we were doing at 1:51 a.m. four years ago--holding our tiny little girl in our arms and marveling at her, touching her sweet face and asking ourselves, 'is she really, really ours?'
Her face looks exactly the same as it did in the first 3-D sonogram. Her tiny fists were over her eyes, but the same nose and lips and chin grace that same sweet face. She is still tiny, her skin is still so fair that it is transparent. Her lips are still deep pink, still chapped, and still move in her sleep. She still sleeps with her eyes cracked open and she still has funny toes.
She still snuggles in when she sleeps.
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