Friday, October 15, 2010

Staring Has Become My Favorite Past-time

About 15 times a day, I will look at Tate and get this sudden rush of happiness and think to myself, "I can't believe he's mine...I can't believe I made him and get to call him my son."  I wonder if I'll ever stop thinking that?  Something tells me it just gets better from here...


  1. Your thoughts make me cry tears of joy.

  2. Isn't is amazing? And it DOES get better... just wait until he can hug you tight and tell you "I yuv you!" and then you melt into a big ol' pile of goo:-)

  3. I bet he's thinking the same thing when he looks at you! :)


Please leave a comment! It will be fun for Tate to look back on some day... :o)