An itty bitty baby is at my house.
She's brand new. Just a month old.
Her mommy, my good friend Laura, is moving back into town. She and Izzy came back today but the apartment office had her move-in date down wrong and her apartment wasn't ready.
Mistake on their part.
Joy on mine!
"Can we spend the night?" has never sounded so good to my ears.
I've been able to cuddle and love and maybe even snap a picture or 3.
Ahhhh. Baby love.
I don't care if it was gas--she smiled sweetly at me awhile ago, and there went my heart.