There's a few things that are indescribable in this life. One of them is the heart-swelling and utterly consuming there-is-nothing-else-in-the-world-but-you intimacy of having a newborn baby. It's the little things. The little chub rolls. The sound of your baby waking up from a nap with those little grunts and squeaks. Their little hand grasping yours while they feed. The way they stre-e-e-e-e-etch those tiny arms above their heads. The feel of their unbelievably soft skin. The sweet little milk pimples. The way they fit into the crook of your arm, as if they've always belonged there. These things can