You wake up and just lay in your hammock, sometimes talking, sometimes blowing raspberries, most recently with the faintest of singing, but always with a grin when I walk in. Your legs start kicking and your eyes crease at the corners and your breathing comes fast and shallow with anticipation. You love grabbing and eating and yelling at your feet. They are always in your hands and sometimes in your mouth. Your dad says it reminds him of the girl on Elmo's World (during their feet-ure presentation) of "The Girl who Loved Her Feet" (she took them everywhere with her).
You are perfect for your name. Without getting too gooey, you are a treasure impossible to count. I love your grin and your wee wrists and your almost non-existent hair. I love the way you snort when you laugh and laugh when you snort. I love the way you look so adoringly at your dad and your sister and your brother. I love how your arrival has brought such a peace to my life. Mostly, I just love you, Snorty.
Mom
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