Ava is a wonderful sleeper, as long as she’s being held.  Last night I made my first legitimate attempt to have her sleep in her cradle.  I cried as I lay down without her in my arms.  Two hours later, I was more than happy to pick her up when she started to stir, and kept her with me the rest of the night.

I love having her curl up against me.

I love resting my cheek on her warm, fuzzy head.

I love seeing her precious little face contort into some of the most endearing expressions, as only a newborn’s does.

I love watching her as she stares with wide eyes at the newness of the world around her.

I love that, already, just being in her mama’s arms is often all it takes to make her calm.

Yes, I am smitten.