Reasons

She'd rather play with my hand than with a toy.

She finds endless delight in my original nursery songs, which usually consist of the words "chicken" or "cheeks" sung over and over.

Her feet are still as tiny as a newborn's.  I see a lot of fabulous size 5 clearance shoes in her future!

She never rejects anyone.

On the contrary, she NOMs them.

Her skin is ten times softer than regular baby skin, courtesy of her genetics.  Usually people are so busy focusing on what challenges an extra chromosome might present, they often leave out the perks -- and biscuit-doughy baby fat is definitely a perk.  I've heard people audibly gasp when they touch her hand and  find out for themselves.

When I'm completely broken or rapidly approaching the end of my rope, she gives me one of her quick-breathing open-mouthed smiles.  It's the perfect cure-all, the arrow to carry sorrow away from my heart and pin it to my prayers where it belongs.

Even though she plays so well with others and seems to enjoy their attention, her eyes are for Mommy and Daddy first.  

When she cries, her tightly squeezed eyes make little fermatas and her tongue curls up, making her look to me like a little head of cabbage.  I feel guilty for being secretly amused....

She's figured out how to pet Honey Boo Boo Dog, and does so as often as she's within reach.  It usually begins with a bit of gamely tolerated swatting, which leads to the tug of a dangling ear and finally graduates to a guided patting of her neck fur.

When she encounters another baby, she wants to hold their hand.... Even though theirs is often twice the size of hers.

Wonder of wonders, she's always slept through the night like an angel.

If I accidentally bonk her head when I'm carrying her (making me mother of the year!), she doesn't cry about it long (making her baby of the year!)

I can calm her on car rides by playing something with a four-on-the-floor beat. Something about dance music fascinates her.

I see my great-granddad's eye-squench when she smiles.

Her hair turns redder every day.

She poots like a dude.

She lets me hold her anytime I want, and she never resists it.

When she's drifting off to sleep, I can peek over the side of her bassinet and spy on her while she's smiling at nothing and no one.

She reminds me of how available happiness is.