Leah's POV cont.
Sorcha's wimper dragged me out of my memories. I picked her up from her crib, smiling and talking to her like I always do. Her little smile in return was a sight to behold. I changed her diaper, blew raspberries on her tummy just to hear her laugh, then put a new sleeper on her. This one was white with little red hearts on it. After all, Valentines Day is just around the corner, and this little Miss is the love of my life.
When she saw her bottle of milk, she gave her drooly grin, while waving her little arms in the air in a 'give me' motion. She loves her feeding time. At two and a half months she has filled out, and developed the cutest personality. At least I think so. What kind of a parent would I be if I didn't think my baby was the best and the smartest in the worl
