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She already has her own little personality that her parents will discover day by day. They’ll figure out what every cry means and how she likes to be held. They will be exhausted and overwhelmed some days, but they’re already great parents, doing all the right things.

I remember like it was yesterday Kennedy’s daddy being born. I fell in love with him at first sight, a free fall that I wasn’t expecting. I did it again 3 1/2 years later with his brother, Scott.

And then it happened again Tuesday. Only this time, I don’t have near the responsibility, just all the fun.

My mother gave me the T-shirt I am wearing today that has printed on the front: “Mimi — a title just above Queen.”

Of course, I know the truth is that Kennedy’s the queen, and I’ll just be her loyal, smitten subject.