Itty Bitty

It's funny, the things that come out of your mouth when you find yourself an Auntie Lauren holding a little package of an 

about-to-be-all-out-squalling itty-bitty niece.

Phrases like "such an itty-bitty"

--having never crossed your lips before--

are suddenly uttered with utmost sincerity and variance of pitch into the itty-bitty face of that little itty-bitty, 

whether she is suddenly squalling or a

just-as-quickly-dead-asleep bundle of sweetness.

It's funny, how everyone within the vicinity 

of such an itty-bitty can't help 

but touch her,

gaze at her,

rejoice in her.

It's funny how such an itty-bitty can bring her family together,

and fill them up with peace.

And--it's funny--how such an itty-bitty smush of a face can keep her Auntie Lauren sitting on a couch for a solid 2 hours,
just thinking:

Itty Bitty? It is good to meet you.