It is impossible to put into words how I feel about you, Daphne Renee. There are no adjectives to describe the overwhelming and beautiful spell you have cast on me. I love opening the door to your bedroom and being greeted by your face. I am sorry if I annoy you with my smothering kisses. If I could bottle up your baby smell and keep it forever, I would. But I know I can’t so that is why I must bury my face into your neck and smell and kiss you because at some point you won’t let me anymore. You aren’t a normal baby. You don’t want to cuddle but you want my full attention. It is like you are a teenager in a tiny body. I am always reminded how much you need me when I try to leave a room and you cry. I’m obsessed with your graceful tiny hands, your pudgy feet, the off centered cowlick on the back of your neck, all your birthmarks, every fat crease in your legs, your sweet baby breath, your comical smile, your squishy belly, your lyrical babbles and your PERFECT face. But mostly, I am obsessed with your heart which I can already tell is full of love. Before you, there were 30 years of events that taught me lessons that now I may pass on to you. The ‘before you’ was just a waiting period for my life to begin. This has been a fast 1st year. I want to relive it all over again.