It's been three weeks to the day since we brought our baby home and there has yet to be a moment that has made us feel overwhelmed, unsure, or skeptical of this parenting gig. It just works. She just gels. This girl is one after our hearts with barely any complaints about her life with us. When she wakes, she may fuss because she is hungry but no tantrum is thrown to acquire her milk. When she is uncomfortable because a diaper needs to be changed, she writhes in quiet protest with a grunt here or there. Nothing dramatic. Everything can be solved by Mom & Dad. That's us?! What a crazy feeling to hear our new monikers said aloud!

And under those titles, we seem to work really well together. Chris and I have worked out a system of caring for our little angel that makes it enjoyable and never stressful. It is hard to imagine ever doubting his abilities to be a father. Oh dear, not that I didn't believe in him! He just happens to be a little clumsy and messy which in my mind correlated to the baby being covered in breast milk with a shirt upside down and a hat on her toes. I also realize that most men are scared of these tiny creatures in the very beginning-- they seem so delicate and fragile -- I thought maybe he would warm up to her after 6 months of fattening her up. A sturdier baby perhaps! Boy, was I wrong. Chris took to Vivienne like a bee to honey. He cradles her perfectly, nestles her to his chest tightly, kisses her sweetly and stares at her with the deepest and most profound looks of genuine curiosity, astonishment and love. He will be the first to pick her up and show you exactly how he can handle her. His pride is palpable.

The beauty of it all is that we have created a home that feels fated. As if this was always what our life would look like; a baby girl smiling, a father beaming, and a mother glowing and in love. This was always how life should be...and now we have it.