Today, baby boy is seven weeks and one day old.

And he smiled.

Not a smile in his sleep as he dreamed of being offered a bounty of breast milk, not a smile because he’d created a gift for us in his diaper – an original piece of abstract art – but a smile. A real smile. Our communal glow must have lit up the living room, we were so happy and charmed. And there was cooing. Cooing!

Matthew and I, we’re in love. Of course with each other, naturally with baby girl, and now with baby boy. There’s a lot of love – and now there are smiles, too.

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