She is already 3 months old now and so perfect in every way. It's kind of frightening, the responsibility. I remember the feeling from the time 11 years ago when my son was born. The fear that I cannot give him or now her the world that they deserve. That I somehow ruin this fragile perfection, this trust and belief in me. The world just seems to big and bad. But I guess I have to try my best and hope that it works out somehow...Today as I watched her waking up in the morning - the streching, yawning, rubbing the eyes with tiny fists... for some minutes. Then suddenly two round blue eyes opened, looking around. And when she spotted me, a big smile came - I cannot imagine sweeter way to begin a day.
Oh well, I guess in 11 years she too will probably too roll her eyes and say "jeeezh" on every second thing I say but I still will remember this smile. I just know.
