Who couldn't love this beautiful, darling creature?
And an unsettling thought entered my mind.
Maybe there will be someone out there who doesn't. Maybe there'll be a gang of them. And who knows what kind of electronic deviltry will exist to vex my baby when she is beyond my arms and making her first forays into the world?
Obviously, the answers are unknowable. And, frankly, there is no sense worrying about them as there is a need to be aware of them.
But the more I think about it, if these things happen, I don't think it will be a matter of someone not loving my daughter - or anyone else's child, for that matter.
That threat to our children isn't going to come from some futuristic gadget; it's going to be something as ancient as jealousy and fear and pride.
Accounts of Rebecca Sedwick's troubles say it began over a boy. Then people who once were her friends turned against her.
When I was a kid, most any harassment could be locked out once inside the confines of one's home. At its worst, I suppose, one could take a phone off the hook.
But we've become more wired these days. Just about anything can be communicated just about anywhere.
It may have been the best Rebecca's mom could do to delete her daughter's Facebook account, but she couldn't stop the child from wanting to have a voice in the electronic void, the lingua franca of this generation.
Unfortunately for her, that voice carried. It wasn't long before her tormentors tracked her down and eventually killed her - first her spirit, and then her body.
In a world where remote controls deliver entertainment - and death - perhaps we have become what we behold: remote and disconnected.
We are blips, bits, bytes and avatars, heads bowed, unseeing of another person's eyes, losing sight of the windows into their souls.
Torment becomes a video game, a drone strike. We don't see our targets as people anymore.
If there's ever going to be any hope of stemming this tide of meanness and lack of caring, we are going to have to turn inward and truly discern what it is we want to have valued of ourselves and then look for the same in others.
Jesus Christ said this much more simply: love your neighbor as yourself.
It has to start somewhere.
Maramba is managing editor of the Daily Mail. His email address is Phi...@dailymail.com.