Golden ringlets upon your tiny head.
The first thing I saw through weary eyes and a heart so full.
Like swirling sunsets against the deep blue sea of your eyes.
Beyond the exhaustion and pain and tears was a greater love and joy and fear and wonder.
Soft cries over laughter and hospital noises.
Like a graceful song  unknown to my ears, but carrying a tune of familiarity.
Curves around your nose and cheeks setting above rosebud lips.
Tiny pink hands with their warm curling gentle grip hugging my forefinger.
After nine months of loving you without a name,
Feeling your movements as you grow. Planning and daydreaming and questioning everything.
Excited, terrified, mystified.
Finally, my sweet girl.