I never want to forget:
- your prayer on the way to the hospital as we prepared for the unknown.
- how we watched a baby story together in the pre-op room, one a natural birth and one a c-section.
- you walking into the operating room looking so handsome in your scrubs and immediately grabbing my hand and asking how I was doing.
- you bringing me my baby around the curtain with this incredible look of joy and amazement and bending down to kiss my cheek.
- how proudly you showed me his precious little footprints that had been put on your scrub.
- the first hour we spent as a family inspecting this precious little life that the Lord had entrusted to us.
- how you were a tape recorder of information trying to help me remember everything we had learned in our class about this first hour together.
- how you instantly became our protector and how we became your number one priority.
- how you immediately stepped in and helped me with my own care: pain meds, using the restroom, asking the nurse questions, talking to the doctor, helping me figure out nursing.
- how many of the things you helped me with were embarrassing for both of us, but you did it humbly and with the sweetest, most servant-hearted demeanor.
- how your sense of fashion went out the window as you chose basketball shorts, a t-shirt, and thermal socks during our stay.
- how this care did nothing but increase once we got home.
- how you would look at me when I was taking care of our boy like you did when we first started dating--with complete awe and amazement.
- how your profession of not changing diapers immediately went out the window because you knew it was what was needed for me and him.
- how you would encourage me when I cried and not get frustrated.
- how you did everything with the sole intention of making it easier and taking care of us.
- how you would not let anyone touch him unless they were sanitized.
- how you had a plan for others to hold him a certain length during Christmas.
- how you would lean over and kiss me and then our boy.
- the way that you showed the video of his eyes being open so proudly to every person that would watch.
- how you would lean down and whisper the sweetest things to Keaton when he was screaming during a diaper change, sometimes barely dodging so urine.
- how you would sit with me in the nursery as we struggled those first two weeks and encourage me to keep going.
You were my rock and continue to be. You are by far the best daddy to our little guy, and we love you because of that. The Lord has blessed us beyond measure with you.
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