It's The Muffin on the day of her birth, April 25, 2006. All 8 pounds, 8 ounces of her. It's still on my computer because I just can't bear to take the pictures of her birth day off. It's on a disk and in at least a thousand other places, but I view this particular folder more often than any other on my computer. As much as I wish I could forget that day sometimes, I never really want to. I look at the pictures and remember knowing and feeling that Someone was standing beside of me in the operating room and when I tried to reach over to touch them, I realized that my hands were already restrained. (Guess Who?) Before I had a chance to open my eyes and look beside of me, they put me to sleep. He was there, I'm sure.
We probably look at her birth pictures more that most normal people. I do it to try and remember more about that day and to search the backgrounds of the pictures to see more details of all that I missed. Big Daddy does it because he's sure that she was never that little.