This sweet, sweet face is the reason that 3am isn't so dark anymore. The reason a daily shower is a luxury instead of a necessity. The reason eau d' sour milk rivals expensive perfume. It's the reason the house isn't vacuumed and the laundry sits (folded!) in baskets. It's also the reason our house has become Grand Central Station for family and friends and the reason we don't have to entertain when they come. It's a reason to lay on the couch playing with a stuffed giraffe for hours on end, to sing six hundred rounds of "Baby Nathan" to the tune of "Rubber Ducky", and to ignore a cooling meal for the opportunity to play airplane.
Yep. Around here, Nathan is just the Reason. Capital R.
Little else matters. Just him and the relationship Daddy Dave and I had that made us want him in the world.
Welcome Frozone aka Nathan Isaac aka Big Nate aka Squeaker aka Honey Bunny aka Hungry Monster!
We waited anxiously and you have exceeded our highest hopes.
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