And say how ridiculously in love with Evan I am?

This child that I wanted so badly, that we tried so hard for, that I carried inside me, that my heartbeat lulled to sleep, that melts me and makes me want to burst when he gives me sleepy, adoring grins. I can't imagine loving anything as much as I love him. I'm excited to watch him grow and discover his world. I'm proud as punch when he hits milestones, and don't even mind that much when he poops/pees/spits up on me.

I was watching him and DH sleep last night, stretched out in the exact same position in our bed, and I thought that there was no way I could possibly be happier.

Okay, cheese over now!