I think I'm in love

Never until I met this sweet thing, the daughter of the brother to whom I am closest, had I held a baby in my arms and (excepting my own children, of course) been so overwhelmed with gratitude for her having come into the world.

She scatters sunshine, brings joy to hearts--a bearer of happiness and good news. (Even when she cries.)

She's adorable, and I want to eat her up. But it's more than that: I look into her eyes, and I know we were friends before.

And I hope we always will be.