Monday, February 8, 2010
When they came home from the hospital, I was there. Not like living there. Well, maybe a little. Holly needed a lot of help, and well, I needed a lot of time with Ryan. That kid changed me, I think. He changed how I felt about having kids from "God that's a scary thought" to "Maybe I could do this". It was him. A lot of the reason for that is probably the amount of time I spent with him. One of the funniest things I remember about him being that little is he was always pooping. And whenever I had to change him, it was always poop. If someone else had him and he started pooping, someone would inevitibly say, hand him to Heather, she's a pro at it. I didn't care though. I loved him enough that I laughed when he peed on me- more than once.
So, to my sweet nephew Ryan I say, I love that you have pawpaw's eyes, I love the way you say Bruisie, I love that when you take a bottle, you like to pat my hand, I love that you are really starting to make sense when you talk, I love to see you run, I love your smile and your sweet face, I love that you changed not just me, but all of the people in our family, I love that I helped name you, I love that you are mischievious, and love that you are so smart. In essence, I love all the things about you that make you- YOU. Happy Valentines, baby boy. And thanks for coming into the world- you make it a much better place.