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...

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  1. DawnOctober 15, 2010 at 4:35 PM

    Your thoughts make me cry tears of joy.

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  2. LindseyOctober 15, 2010 at 4:58 PM

    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:-)

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  3. JillOctober 16, 2010 at 10:20 AM

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

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