I loved her when she was born. But those first days, weeks are hard. Your life changes overnight (first time parents are never really prepared), you are sleep deprived, you hope you are doing any of it right.
And then we found out she has troubles. Troubles we can't fix, we can only pray for a miracle. And suddenly love is something new. You realize it's deeper and fuller than you expected. Actually, it's deeper and fuller than you thought possible.
I love everything she does. I love when she smiles at me. I love when she stares off into space. I love when she laughs. I love when she gets mad. I love when she cries. I love when she stops crying. I love when she wakes up in the morning. I love feeling her fall asleep in my arms.
I love her no matter what she does. Even when she's screaming at 3am and I've only slept 4 good hours in 3 days, I love her. I feel blessed to have this time with her because we don't know how much time we will get.
