It's kind of like watching your heart beat outside of your chest.
Like a dream come true in a material form beyond your imagination.
It's kind of like having your cake and eating it, too.
Like the deep breath one exhales when blowing a fallen eyelash -- satisfyingly hopeful.
It's kind of like holding a palm full of shells, a gift from the ocean's sandy shore -- undeniably beautiful.
This privilege of being a parent, of being her father, has quickly become one of my favorite things...
...and it's the best feeling in the world. In fact, there's no other kind like it.