In your tenth week of life, my baby, you traveled to California. You flew on an airplane for the first time and did so well (even though I stressed about it for the two weeks prior to leaving). You also got to meet your mama's friends from college- Aschley, Carolyn and Lyndsey. I've been through a lot with these girls, and it was so fun to introduce you. They were here for your first 4th of July, and you slept through the fireworks like a good baby. You are smiling all the time now, especially when you first wake and while nursing. And this, my baby, makes me SO HAPPY. We read together every morning; a favorite is On the Night You Were Born.
Heaven blew every trumpet and played every horn on the wonderful, marvelous night you were born.
You're still sleeping through the night, 9 hours is your norm. I love you for this (although I start missing you the moment I put you in bed). I secretly like it when you wake at 5:30am to eat. The house is so peaceful, dark and quiet, and you are all mine in these early morning hours. And your sleepy nursing is newborn-like in its stillness and pure focus.
Here are the things I tell you now: I think you hung the moon. I think you're so wonderful. I love you more than anything. You are my baby baby, Luca Byrd.