There are no words in the English (or anything other language probably) to describe what it feels like to hear your daughter for the first time. I heard her before I saw her and was instantly in love, intoxicated and overtaken with emotion. This being that had been talked about, hoped for, showered with attention and discussed at great lengths was here. As I watched the nurses and hospital team, clean her and check her vitals, everything seemed so serene-even with all that was going on. Mom was OK, baby was OK. Measurements were all good…This little girl, this angel had made it into our family at long last.

I am partial but she is a beauty. A sight to behold. I don’t know how any part of me became a part of her. Her hair, fingers, toes, lips, nose, legs, arms, eyes, smile, farts, face…all perfect and as God intended. She is already bathed in God’s love-we just have to keep giving her refresher courses. Our wedding official, Mike Wakefield, has already started us on that journey. I have a feeling her ‘Aunt” Lindsey will lend a helping hand there as well.It’s been an incredible 3 year journey of self discovery and planning to get to this point. I am so glad to be married to my ONE and to share this with her. I honestly have no idea how single moms or single dads do it..and I am sad that as they do it, there’s not someone else to share everything with.

There has not been a single minute yet where I would have wanted things to go any differently. She wanted to be here so she came…11 days early.  She is now 2 and a half days old. She has met her grandmother who is about as excited as she was after our epic, mother/son dance at our wedding. Her Pop-Pop will keep her laughing for years to come with his stories and quick wit. Her aunties have been nothing less than stellar.

Well….that’s all. Thanks for reading this. And thanks for your support yesterday, today, and for all of the tomorrows.