When Evelyn was born, and her papa said, “It’s a girl,” the vague, mysterious love that was planted in our hearts during pregnancy started to take root. We snuggled in the hospital during March Madness watching the Hoosiers, and this love for our new family sprang up. There was so much tangible happiness; it felt like the room could burst.
The first three months were hard. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, but I adored the quiet moments in the middle of the night cuddled with my daughter. I could stare at her tiny face, watching her dreamy expressions and little lips moving like a bunny. Even when the nights were terribly long and dark, I would wake up in the morning and her presence made it all fade away.
All the wondering during pregnancy gave way to a tireless fascination with our tiny babe. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and the summer was captured in hundreds of pictures as we tried to soak each moment in like sunshine. She was warming us, and suddenly we smiled without reserve and made fools of ourselves to see her reaction. Just like silly lovebirds, Zach and I were smitten with our daughter.
In the fall, Evie’s personality started to shine. Her fierce determination, quirky yell-laugh, sweet babbling, and confidence forced us deeper still. She started to notice us with smiles and reaches and open-mouthed kisses. She says our names and clings to us in a room of strangers, and my heart swells as I realize she is going to love us back.
And this is just the beginning.