I love

how patient you are when Evelyn spits up on your brand new suit just before you leave for work, even though you are already running late

I love

how excited you get when Evelyn smiles at you.

I love

how online shopping can distract me from the ever-growing level of anticipation for me to pop.

I love

that I’m in the only position that can be in where you can’t wait for the most physically painful experience of your life to happen already.

I love

every time you say “bebe” and rub your belly or lift my shirt, and rub mine.

One day we’ll have to teach you that boys can’t have babies, and that nice girls don’t usually approve of you lifting their shirts.

I love

it when you climb on to my lap and sputter baby talk at me until I give you enough attention, then give me a giant hug, a couple of kisses, then climb back down.