
I feel as though my heart has left my body and is now a little pinky cooing 7+ lbs. of baby flesh! I am a raw exposed nerve of pure love. Nothing will ever be the same. I love you little Monty Bear!
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
Just gorgeous Abbey! And my goodness, in the same way Bella and Josie look alike, don't he and Milos look so similar! It's lovely though really, isn't it - they are brothers, and my girls are sisters. They all make me proud. *HUGE hugs* XxXxX
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