This weekend, I met my little niece for the first time. She is just shy of 2 weeks old, and whips her dark-haired head around in excitement when she hears her dad's voice. She's a calm and happy baby with lots of smiles (especially when asleep!) and an intense stare. It was love at first sight. And I mean it. I didn't think that "love at first sight" was a real thing. I certainly haven't experienced it before (after my first date with David, I wrote in my journal that I had a date with a nice guy, but he wasn't very good-looking!).
But seriously, the minute I looked into her big dark eyes I loved her. And the sad thing is that two days later, we had to leave. My brother lives in Louisville, eleven hours away, and I held back tears the whole drive back. I didn't expect that! I miss her already!
The night David and I got back we sat and watched video we took of her hiccuping. How pathetic are we?!
I'm thankful that we were able to visit, but leaving was bittersweet. Babies can really pull at your heartstrings!