Is it just me...or is she perfect?

So, it's been 10 weeks, 5 days since I gave birth to the most phenomenal human being on the planet.

Layla Holiday Moye was born on May 3rd--6 pounds 14 ounces. {this is her at two days old...pretending like she likes pacifiers--she won't go near one now!}

It already seems like she's been here for years...at the same time I feel like it was just yesterday that I brought her into this world. To watch her little personality blossom everyday is a gift from God. She acts like she's been here before with her sideways glances and hilariously-timed babbling.

It's funny how naturally parenting came to us. I assumed I would be somewhat lost and freaking out for at least the first week...but, honestly, it really came quite easily (the hardest part was the anxiety of waiting for my milk to come in). It didn't hurt that she is basically an anomaly--been sleeping until 5am since she was a week old, and to at least 7:30am since she was 2 weeks old! Couldn't ask for more sleep. So, no, we haven't had to go through the terror of being sleep deprived. We trade duties as much as possible (I breastfeed, but I pump such that my husband can feed her twice a day). We give her everything. We play her constantly. We tell her she's beautiful and we love her every 60 seconds.

She. Is. Our. World.

I never thought I'd be here but I'm so glad I am.