This week has been so joyful. We spent several days with your great grandmother and great grandfather, and you met your great aunts and uncles. We had lots of fun with your Gigi and Doc and your uncles and cousins. You were so loved this week, cuddled and hugged and kissed.
Each morning now you wake up on your own and slowly blink as you start to wake. You don’t cry. You usually just look around. When I lean over to say Good Morning, you break into a huge grin and begin talking and cooing at me.
We’ve had so many conversations this week. You’re talking to me as if you have your own language, and it’s so fun to see you as you start to get used to the sound of your own voice. I can’t really describe what it feels like to hear your little voice. It makes me so happy. You’re finding your voice, and it’s beautiful.
You’re also using your own hands and grabbing at everything around you. You cling to my hair and your blanket and your paci.
Oh, and somehow you’ve learned to blow raspberries and you do it all the time. You’re blowing little bubbles like it’s your job.
As much as we’ve loved being with family this week, we’ve missed your Papa. We’ve facetimed with him, but I can’t wait for him to see you tonight. He’s going to be so proud of how much you’ve grown these two weeks.
You’ve been a mommy’s girl this week. When you’ve gotten upset I seem to be the only one who can calm you. I wonder if you’re just a little scared of being in so many new places and meeting so many new faces. I have to admit that there’s part of me that melts because you know me and need me, and I can make you feel better.
I can’t wait to celebrate our first Christmas as a family of three next week, little bean. Just keep growing and learning and finding your way.
You are so loved, my Beanshine, always,