Dear precious girl,
Your mama loves you. You have torn the seams of my heart open and caused it to expand to a capacity that I never knew possible.
Somehow, days turned into weeks, and now, BAM! You are already one month old. Somehow those long nights of waking up every two hours turned into one blurry whirlwind of a month. People have warned me it goes too fast, that I should embrace every moment, and man oh man... I see you growing before my very eyes.
Your middle name is Joy because you truly are a joy to your father and I. We have much time to get to know each other, but I beg you... Please don't grow up too fast!
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