I love best about my new baby is how sweet and adorable she is. How innocent. How she doesn't (yet) have a naughty bone in her body. As in, I can do whatever I want to her and those little hands are ineffective at pushing me away.
Sloppy wet kisses on her head? Many times a day. Warming my cold nose on her warm face when we're sleeping together? Nightly. Laughing at her unintended and uncontrolled facial expressions?
Initiating the startle response? I'm not really that cruel. Or am I?
My mom put it best when I was describing how much I like this phase and she added, "and helpless!"