One week old.
She sleeps all day, she's up all night, and I don't even care.
The way she curls up on my chest and smells like a dream,
the way her double chin squishes into her neck and her brow crinkles when she opens her eyes,
her little animal noises and wrinkly toes.
She's my Ivah girl, and my heart is completely taken.
Her name means "God's great gift".
And she is.