Noah and I may spend all day together, but Daddy is definitely his best friend. He loves to sing, "Daaa Deee" in the sweetest voice over and over. When Noah wakes up in the morning, he calls for dad. When I tell him daddy is coming home from work, he runs to the kitchen window and watches for him. And you'd think that Daddy's arrival home was Christmas morning. Oh, the squeals of excitement we hear for Daddy. I love that already there's something special between these two.
I'm so glad we get to celebrate him today. Pregnancy #2 has, so far, been pretty rough. Nate has stepped in, often put off what he wanted to do, and, most of all, loved more. I couldn't be more grateful.