It was a chilly September evening, the night we met.
You wore a white onesie with yellow trim.
And silly Snoopy socks Lizzy thought were cute, even though they were too big.
I was able to feed you and Daddy burped you.
Daddy and I sat on the couch and just stared at you.
After Daddy and I left, we loved that we could still smell you.
You held my fingers while you drank your bottle.
We took a lot of pictures, the night we met.
And asked a lot of questions.
You made funny faces that made everyone laugh.
You couldn't keep your eyes open for more than five minutes.
Daddy got off work at 8 and we rushed over to meet you as soon as he clocked out.
We missed a street and did a U-turn in the middle of the road.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky, the night we met.
And Daddy and I loved every second.
We are very blessed that we get to be your Mommy and Daddy.