I've lost literally hours in holding and looking at Olive. I can't get over how pretty she is, and I can't believe she's ours to keep. Anyone who knows me well knows that I keep my days pretty packed and productive. And even as I sit here typing one-handed (my other arm is cradling the lovely girl), I'm only halfway thinking about all that needs to get done and mostly thinking about what a sweet privilege I have before me in being Olive's mom. Nothing needs my attention all that bad; the world can wait.