I was the first baby out of six (read: the best and most pictures taken of me out of six others), so my parent's expressions of extreme enthusiasm and adoration was totally, 100% real. I had them wrapped around my little finger!
When they were bringing my brother, McKay, home from the hospital, I was so mad I now had to share their attention, I demanded my dad pull the car over, and said (or yelled), "Mommy - out! Baby too!" Perhaps I should've been a little more serious, since they still added four more after that incidence.
Like we did with Lincoln, and every parent does with their first baby. They remind me of an emotional place similar to where we are now, and just were, and I love it. Love.