Brooklyn is a real person

Had a great 2nd post-placement visit today with Stefani.  How did we get lucky enough to find this agency, then lucky again in getting Stefani assigned to us?  How did we get a social worker who cares so much and always goes above and beyond to make us feel loved, cared for, supported, understood, and like we're her only clients when in fact we know we're not at all her only?  She's simply fabulous.  We absolutely adore her.  We feel like she's such a huge part of Brooklyn's story and our story that we hope to have her be a part of our lives for a long, long time to come. 
How fun it was to talk to her and tell her all about our girl, how she's growing and changing and thriving!  Stefani was so excited to hear every detail, and we were more than happy to oblige!  It doesn't get much better than talking incessantly about the joys of parenthood and the most beautiful little girl in the world.
Brooklyn has changed.  She's becoming her own person.  She seems fairly serious, choosey about who she shares her smiles with and when, maybe a bit cautious and slightly distrustful of new people.  She's snuggly and loving with Brian and I and other people she's getting to know.  She loves to sleep in her swing and will not sleep for more than a half hour in her crib for naps, but has no problem sleeping in it at night.  She's sleeping 6-7 hours over night followed by another 3, sometimes 4 hours.  She's a grazer... eats little bits more frequently than maybe we'd choose, but it's her belly and she knows what it needs.  She's discovering her voice, loves to suck on her fist and is suddenly leaning more towards being a thumb sucker than an index finger sucker, which is the opposite of what I'd have said last week.  She laughed out loud, very clearly, last week but is now doing more smiling and noise making in a way that can't quite be said is a laugh, but can't quite be said isn't.  She loves to be outside.  She napped in her swing on the patio tonight.  She adores water and being in the bath.  I think she'll be a gold metalist in swimming some day.  She gets rather angry about having to come out of the tub and get dressed.  She likes to be rocked to sleep and her favorite song is Wheels on the Bus.  She likes to blow raspberries and thinks I'm ridiculous when I try to do it back.  It produces a smile almost every time.  She's making fun of me.  I love her!
I love her and everyone who ever had anything to do with helping her find us and us find her... that means you.  Everyone who said a kind word, supported us in quiet or not so quiet ways along the journey, everyone who encouraged us, taught us, listened to us; everyone who was there to lend an ear, a shoulder, some advise.  People who questioned us in order to help us think things through, people who reassured us over and over again that we'd get there, that the right baby would come along at the right time, and that there was a birth mother out there who was meant to find us.
Thank you.