Scrumptiously perfect.

About a week ago, my sister had her first baby. My niece.

I may be biased, but she is scrumptiously perfect.

There is just something about a baby that is your sister's child.

I feel like she is a part of me. I love her as if she were my own.

And that isn't only because she has a ton of hair like my babies had as newborns.

It is because of the bond I have with my sister. 

And her scrumptiously perfect baby.

Baby itch, anyone?