I'm not even sure what to call you. Moon. Moon Unit. Snoopy (that's what your big brother named you before you were born). New Baby (that's what me, daddy, Awesome and Christmas have all been calling you for a while now). Anyway.. Today you're 1 week old. I know 1 week doesn't seem old, at all. But to me, right now, it is. I was just pregnant with you, just in labor, just getting to see your beautiful face for the first time. And now, I've been staring at you for a whole week.
You're incredibly loved, Moon.
The way your daddy looks at you. The way he rocks you. The way he talks to you. The way he wanted you. The way he named you...I hope you love your name, because it means so so much to your daddy, Moon Unit Zappa Smith.
Your brother and Sister argued over who got to hold you, the first time they saw you in the hospital. The way they smile when we carry you into the room. The way they gently touch your hands. The way they give you little kisses. I'm sure that'll all change, and you'll all be fighting over something, soon enough. But they sure do love you, and always will.
I'm nursing you right now as I type this letter to you. This is one of my favorite things to do right now-nurse you. You're always gorgeous, but they way you look while nursing is so special. Ahh and your ears.. I loooove your little baby ears. And nose! And cheeks! And thighs! I could go on forever. The little sounds you make. You're not much of a crier. Yet. You have that new baby smell, such a good smell!
Thank you for joining our family. I hope you like us. ;) We definitely like you!
Love,
Mommy
Moon Unit Zappa Smith
July 11, 2014
12:35am
8lbs 11oz
21in
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