Perfection

There are no pictures to accompany this post, as we are not at home on our own compy, but I would encourage you to just scroll through and admire pictures of the past.

My son is perfect. Im serious. There is no other way whatsoever to describe him. Well, except for insanely good-looking, super sweet, heart melter, angelic, etc. Which all together equals perfect. Since day one this kid has been incredible. Patrick and I both knew we'd love being parents, but we were seriously blessed with this kid! Im sure we'll get our fair share of difficult children (I had demon-children written, but then decided it was way too terrible to say) whom we will love tremendously anyways, but this kid, our first-born, is the most perfect kid I can imagine.

Thanks, Christian, for being the greatest! Thanks for the hugs, the cuddles, the smiles, the giggles, the outstretched arms, the crazy dances, the way you hold your arms out behind you when you run, the way you spin in circles for fun, the way you love it when I start clapping a fun rhythm and come form any room in the house to hear it, the way you dance to music, the way you love to look at books, how soft you are when you touch my face and hair, the way you love to bounce on our bed, the way you lay down immediately wherever you are when Im making you a bottle, The way you turn into a crazy-head at nights and are the biggest goof ever, the way you love you daddy so much, the way you love balls and doggies, the way...the way you are! I love you, dear son! You are my angel!

What a great big brother you'll be!