The memory still takes my breath away. I was the first one to touch you. Not the doctor. Not even my dear midwife. The very first hands to greet you as you came into this world were mine. The feel of your silky, damp curls made every moment of pain worthwhile. And I still haven't lost the wonder of your perfect little body. The dimples at the base of each finger. The way you hold on to one foot every time you nurse. Your delicate eyebrows. The adorable caterpillar rolls on your legs. The scent of your hair. The light in your eyes. Your chubby cheeks (jowls, really). The joy in your grin. I still find myself gazing at you in pure delight. Stroking your soft skin. Rejoicing as you melt into cuddles (I have never known a baby to just seem to go boneless while snuggling like you). Smiling at your giggles as you start to nurse. Smooching that spot right under your ear that always makes you laugh. You are perfect contentment, my little one.