Dear Phoebe Hope,
You were born into the cutest family. Ever. And to be completely honest- (as I recognize you are new to this whole "life-outside-the-womb" bit), you should know people really kind of throw around that whole "ever" thing a LOT. We call it Extreme-Facebook-Hyperbole. And sadly, it dilutes the compliment.
Still, sometimes when people say 'ever', it's actually cold hard fact. See, your oldest brother Simeon is . . . well, kinder-genius-adorbinstein. Your big sister Haven is adorbalicious-put-er-in-yer-pocket-pint-sized-princess. And that Isaiah, well shoot, he's just a smiley, dreamy tub of adorable-goodness. I'm tempted to get out the butter knife and spread him on some crackers, he's so darn delicious. So I gotta say, sweet baby, you have a lot to live up to.
Pressure's off though, baby Pheebs. (Can I call you Pheebs?) You are seriously one scrumptious, cheeky, sweetie-pie-adorab-pants yourself. I mean, really. We are all in love.
Welcome to the world, baby love.
P.S. I live downstairs so I hope you like me back.