Someone asked how my baby was today and, after I told her that she was great, she said, "I love the way your face lights up when you talk about her."
And it's true. I love it when people ask me how she's doing. I don't have much to say, really. She's happy, she's healthy, she's growing. Every day it's something new- yesterday, she pulled up on all fours, just for a second, but she did it. The day before that, she did a full back-to-front-to-back roll... almost off the bed (the time has definitely come where she will not be left on high surfaces without direct contact/supervision)! She giggles sometimes and has given us a few surprising belly laughs that have startled all of us. She squeals like a pig when she's happy and could shatter your ear-drum with her screams when she's not. She lights up when Dave and I get home from school but then passively-agressively ignores me for a bit until I do something especially funny. I love having her every minute of every day and can't remember what life was like before her.
Did you see it, the way my face lit up when I just wrote all this? Because it did.