Ela is just over one week old. I don't know anything about her at all. And yet, I know everything about her. I made her and carried her and brought her into the world. She's oddly familiar and strangely foreign.
She likes to sleep with her hands up by her ears.
She's going to be strong and smart. She's trying desperately (and nearly succeeding) to hold up her head. She's found her thumb to suck.
Those dimples come from her daddy.
She's fairly easy-going (hopefully that sticks!).
When she wakes up she's content to look around, waggle her arms and flail her legs.
Her smile is crooked--just like her mama's and her great-great grandpa's.
Miss Elanor, I'm looking forward to learning all about you over the next days, weeks, months, and years. You will be a lifetime of discovery.