I love you. You’re almost five months now and you’ve grown so much these last few months. I feel like we had you in the hospital a week ago and now you wear size nine-month sleepers, smile at almost everyone you see and squeal with such joy and excitement that your little body simply cannot contain itself. You’re beautiful and perfect.
|Taking you home from the hospital.|
|Sweetest little ladybug (Halloween 2011).|
I can already tell that you have one hell of a personality. You are loud when you feel you need to be heard and you are, for sure, our loudest baby, by far. You’re sensitive and your eyes display the most painful infliction when you feel you’ve been wronged and at a little less than five months these afflictions usually only include not getting the bottle into your mouth soon enough. I can tell your personality, emotions, thoughts will never be constricted to moderate. You won’t do anything half-way, which is a bit scary as you remind me of myself (and I am someone that agreed to marry your father a little more than three weeks after our first date) but at the same time, I know you’ll be just fine.
|How your daddy will always see you.|
What I really want to say is that I love you, Ali. Having you as my daughter has truly been a dream come true.
I Love You,