When they handed her to me, I was taken aback by how light she was. I couldn't feel her amongst all the bedding, it was as though someone had handed me a pillow. Sadness for her mingled with my tears of joy as the reality of how small she is really registered with me for the first time.
I expected to take her and feel her weight in my arms and I didn't.
And while my tiny little girl is feather light as I hold her, I am thankful that her weight in this world is much, much more.
