Time moved differently with a baby.Days felt endless—feed, change, soothe, repeat.But weeks flew by in a blur.Suddenly Luna was three months old."She's smiling!" I squealed one morning. "Alexander, she's actually smiling at me!"Not gas. Not a reflex. A real, intentional, social smile.Alexander rushed over. "Do it again, Luna. Smile for Daddy."She stared at him seriously. Then broke into the biggest grin.We both melted."That's the best thing I've ever seen," he said, voice thick."Better than closing the Tokyo deal?""Infinitely better."Luna had also found her hands. She'd stare at them for hours, fascinated, occasionally getting them to her mouth."She's so smart," I said, watching her discover her fingers."She's a genius," Alexander agreed."All parents think their baby is a genius.""Yes, but ours actually is."---The three-m
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