Now I'm Responsible

She made it into this world safe and sound. My little girl, two weeks old today.

It's amazing how quickly she's growing. I get sad when I look at pictures of her from her first day until just this morning and know how much she's changed. She's bigger and prettier than she was even the first time I laid eyes on her. I get even sadder when I realize how much I'm going to miss.

It's also amazing how quickly we fell in love with her. We knew we would; it was just a matter of her getting here. But to the depth we fell- incredible. As soon as the air hit her tiny lungs she had me wrapped around her tiny little finger. She looks like her mama did at that age, which is good because I'd feel bad for any little girl that grows up to look like me. Now hopefully my little girl will get her momma's brains too.

Everything is the same but different now. Shit that seemed important isn't. It's hard to find a rationalle for what I do at work except I know I need to in order to take care of her basic needs. I guess I felt that way before. But now, but now it all seems even sillier. I guess that's to be expected though.