"You just belong" I whispered to her in the quiet dark hospital room. The glow of the lights behind my bed allowed me to see her sweet little nose, long fingers, and tiny ears. "I can't wait to see who you become..." I said softly pondering the possibilities.

She is my third and last baby. The one that I can enjoy someone told me. I took offense at first. I enjoyed my first two I thought, but in those first few hours, days, and weeks I understood what she meant.

I can enjoy the times in the middle of the night when it's just her and I. The chaos and noise of the day are silenced and I can hear her sweet newborn sounds.

The smell of a freshly bathed baby is somehow sweeter after having given thousands of baths.

Her tiny hands that grab at things so tightly remind me that some day they will reach for so much more. In a matter of seconds it seems she will be writing her name.

The way her entire body smiles when she watches her siblings. Little do they know how much they will all mean to each other.

Her laugh. The sound that makes me smile and tear up at the same time. She gives her laughs to daddy so easily it's as if she already knows he's the fun one.

Her teeny ears. She already knows the sweet sounds of her family's voices. Her eyes sparkle when she hears music and the sounds of her siblings' singing.

The weight of her tiny body as she drifts to sleep on me is so calming. Before long she will be too big to curl up on me like this.

The loud sounds that she's learning to use remind me that she will soon have a voice in our madness. I look forward to seeing her role fall into place.

The way she reaches for my face as if to say I love you more than anything. That love and bond that only becomes stronger is something I can now recognize so much sooner.

She belongs more than I could have ever imagined. It's not that I enjoy her more; its that I enjoy her with a different perspective. One where I know the joy, wonderment, pride, and love that are to come.