There is so much that I want to document that I don’t even know where to start. I wish there was a way to bottle up her smell. I have spent hours tracing the delicate lines on her face and caressing her sweet skin that is unbelievably smooth and soft. I have studied her cries (even those are cute) and tried to determine what they mean. My fingers have traced her tiny spinal cord as I marvel at the wonderful workmanship of our Creator.

Giana is two weeks old today! She has already gained a pound since birth. I finally understand what my sister was talking about when she talked about the pride I would feel by nourishing my baby. It’s true – I am so proud that I have been able to feed my daughter and help her grow so well!