Avery is almost 7 weeks old. She makes whiney puppy sounds in her sleep. Her soft, frizzy hair cannot be tamed. Her big round eyes make my heart melt. I love her fake cry, and her curled little lips when she's pouting. She giggles when we kiss her tiny toes. She raises her eyebrows when Jonathan makes his scary faces. And she loves to lie on her tummy.
It seems like the days are just passing oh so quickly. I'm starting to get scared that I'm not recording enough of my thoughts of her. I have so much to say, but no time to say it. To me, Avery is the sparkle in a crystal chandelier, the feeling of warm towels just out of the dryer, and the happiness in a hundred colorful balloons.
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