I call her "The Princess of Everything." I can do that because she's mine. And I tell her being the Princess of Everything is a hard job but she can do it.
I love her smell, the swirl of hair at the back of her head. Her fingers that splay while nursing...the noises she makes, the fat rolls that are beginning to multiply, the bit of lanugo left on her ears.
I soak her in. Even though I'm tired and wish I could get a full night's sleep, in the future I will covet reversion to her newborn days.
So we cuddle. We breathe in sequence during afternoon naps.
And I thank God I am living a dream.
One last thing: any suggestions for a Fourth of July treat bearing the colors red/white/blue? If not, I'm making my trusty dirt cake.