Baby B.

This has been a month of big changes. I have been a wife for about a month and a week, in that time we have traveled to Fiji, Australia, Bora Bora, moved out of San Francisco, moved back into St. Louis, Canada, Detroit, St. Louis, Atlanta, and now Minnesota for the deep breath and pure joy of it all: meeting our niece. 

Brooklynne Mackenzie Calhoun. 

She is absolute perfection. And I know everyone says that about their newborn/granddaughter/daughter/neice but I mean it. Let me tell you why:

1. She never ever cries. Unless she is scheduled to eat, the girl is perfectly content.

2. She has these steel-blue-gray eyes that change every day.

3. She has full blown dreams and sleeps like her mommy and daddy. (Spastic, constantly twitching and making weird faces.)

4. She always, and I mean always, wants to have both hands on her cheeks, reminding me of numerous favorite movie characters.

5. She is so precious. And I can't help but think that since she doesn't have anything to dream about, she is probably just dreaming about Jesus and heaven all the time- remembering where she came from. 

I can't believe she has fingernails. That is one of the most incredible things to me. And coming from someone who stares at her for seven hours a day and is amazed with every mouth twitch and whimper, this means a lot. She has lived and grown inside my sisters belly for nine months, and when she was born three days ago, she was born with fingernails. And eyelids. And the teeny tiniest mouth that was copy-pasted from her daddy's face. God is amazing. 

More to come.