My Daughter.

daughter?! It still feels weird to say it. Some days when I wake up I’m
shocked to see her sleeping form in the cot beside our bed. But her
eyes, so like her father’s, look like home and her weight feels familiar
in my arms. I find myself simultaneously disbelieving she’s here and
surprised that she’s only been in my life for 8 weeks.

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