Friday, 28 June 2013: Eighty-Seven Days Old.

I’m in love Ayla’s flawless, porcelain skin.

I’ve noticed it more since we’ve been in the cooler weather, especially when her cheeks flush pink and she peers at me from under her long brown lashes.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe she’s real; she seems so perfectly put together it’s like she’s a precious china doll.