My Dear Goose,
You are 7 weeks old! I can't believe it. It seems both way too short and way too long. You're already so much bigger than when we first met you, so much more alert and aware and so much stronger. You lift your head all the time, you stand up on your legs, you bring your hands to your mouth when you want to suck, you make eye contact. And this week you started really smiling. Oh, your smiles are dreamy. Your whole existence is dreamy! From the get go, that's how I've been describing you to people. The Goose is a dreamboat! I exclaim. You have already had 4 nights sleep where you slept longer than 5 hours at a time. You took to nursing immediately and gained a full pound in your first month. You fuss a little bit occasionally, but most of your awake time is spent taking the world in. You love to stare at your big sister.
I didn't know how our family would adjust going from a threesome to four. But, oh, Goose, we have just been pummeled by the love we have for you. Thank you so so much for coming, and for choosing us.