Late last night, Adam and I were standing in the kitchen. Our long and full day of meal preps, park play, baby passing, and general "to-dos" had come to an end. I shuffled forks and knives into the dish washer while my mind was darting down a list of night time chores. On that list was scrubbing the dark streaks of orange and blue crayola marker off the window sill in the kitchen. I never got around to it but that's not the point. Luckily, we had already bathed and soothed our energizer bunny to bed so the window had at least a 10 hour reprieve. It was quiet in the house except for the low humming of the TV and the buzzing of the washing machine.

Peace....and quiet....

Adam walked over to the baby monitor and clicked on the screen. Silence echoed back at him.

"I just want to go wake him up."

My eye widened and panic struck across my face as I gave him a look of "Why on earth?!?". Scenes of Lego destruction and flying building blocks began to race through my mind. While I knew he wouldn't actually go wake Hayzilla, I continued to give him a look of udder confusion.

He didn't even skip a beat as he continued to gaze at the screen.

"I just want to play with him. He's so much fun."

You know that feeling when you get warm fuzzies in your stomach and your heart suddenly turns into heaping pile of goop? Yea, I had that. I just stood there speechless.

.....I really love that man. Hayden is one lucky kid. His dad has so much heart it hurts. And he loves that kid. Like really loves that kid. I'm so glad he's Hayden's daddy and I'm so glad he's mine.

And I'm so glad he's home.