Beatrice's tiny hands already reach out, seeking the warmth of touch. Her bright eyes take in every detail of her surroundings, a silent observer absorbing the world around her. While still discovering the wonders of life, she finds comfort in the gentle rhythm of lullabies and the soft embrace of loved ones. She finds joy in simple pleasures – the crinkle of fabric, the scent of milk, the soothing sound of voices whispering stories.