Writing to Remember

I never want to forget how good it feels to snuggle a sleeping 2 1/2 month old baby. As I hold her, tummy to tummy, I'm wondering how she could already be big enough to reach her legs halfway down my thighs. She smells so fresh from bath time; her fluffy hair is wonderful to nuzzle into. I love how her cubby tummy pancakes against mine. Every time she squirms there is a tiny grunt or squeak. My heart is bursting with love for her, and gratitude to my lord for letting me be her mother.