My daughter, is beautiful.

Just a few minutes ago, Kurt and I were sitting next to each other on the couch with our laptops, listening to music and looking at pictures (yeah I know, we have a real exciting life!), and I started looking at pictures of Olivia. After just a few, I was completely in tears. I look at pictures of her all the time, and I rarely cry while looking at them because it's just become such a part of my daily routine. We have her picture in frames everywhere, and I have one on the dashboard of my car and some in my purse.

I realized after a few seconds, that I wasn't crying because I miss her, or for any reason other than... she is just so beautiful. I see her pictures so often that I've just grown accustomed to looking at them and I don't really think twice as I pass by them a thousand times each day. But when I really sit down and look at them, her beauty takes my breath away.

And now, I just keep thinking, if she was this beautiful at 6 weeks premature, how breathtaking would she have been at two, or five, or fifteen?