Beautiful Baby

Disclaimer: Emily is in the midst of some serious diaper rash, so I'm writing this post while she's "airing out" on the changing table.  She's pooped, peeded, and spit up during this time.  The irony is not lost on me.

From the day Emily was born, I've heard several variations of the following sentiment.  "Oh she is a beautiful baby.  Most babies aren't actually pretty ugly.  But she's genuinely pretty.  Really.  I'm not just saying that."

Now I know a few things:
1) No one in their right mind would actually ever tell you if they think you're baby is ugly.
2) Dan and I are absolutely not objective in this.

But, for as objective as I can be and assuming there is some merit to what it seems like everyone says, Emily is a beautiful baby.  And that delights me.  There, I said it, however superficial it may sound: I hope Emily is beautiful.  I find myself full of pride when others tell me she is.  I think every mother of a daughter would feel the same.

Is it wrong for me to be proud of that?  How do I celebrate her beauty without communicating that her value comes from that?  I think every woman has some innate desire to be beautiful - and it is not a wholly wrong thing for us to feel joy when we are made to feel so.  How do I tell her just how beautiful she is yet still communicate that she is inifinitely MORE than beauty?