So here’s the thing with this trip:  not only do I get to be with Le Beau again, I also get to meet the newest addition to the family.

I remember that excitement; it’s definitely a different kind from the one I felt on my way to claiming my luggage.  I was just giddy.  I wanted to meet her already, and from the pictures I saw at the beginning, I believe she has my cheeks.

Le Beau was laughing.  “You’re much more excited to meet her than to see me!”  Of course that wasn’t true.  But at the same time, it was.

He was saying we’ll pass by the Goethals Bridge.  I have no idea what that was.  But when we turned the corner to that street in Elizabeth, I wanted to leap out of the car already.

And there she was, in all her sleeping and yawning glory.  She smells like milk and feels like cotton against the skin.  Beautiful limbs.  Ten fingers, ten toes.

Hi Olivia.