I don't know why I do it.
I love saying her name, and could sing it all the livelong day.
But there's something about that baby that just makes me have to refer to her as that baby. This baby.
This baby is so, so sweet.
It sounds so odd, to write it down. Like it's a bad thing, like she's some random baby who happened to show up in my arms.
Show up. In my arms. Pure gift.