Saturday, 15 September 2013: One Hundred and Sixty Seven Days Old.
My face has become Ayla’s new favourite play thing.
I love it. She reaches up and grabs my nose, puts her fingers in my mouth when I talk and she tries to touch my eyes when they blink.
Sometimes if I’m holding her but looking away, she reaches over to pull my face toward her.
Ayla looks at me with so much wonder and awe it makes my heart feel like its about to burst.
She loves me so much, and when she’s gently touching my face with her tiny chubby hands, I feel a love for her like I never have before.