Nate, let me count the ways I love thee...

I love how he laughs when a bee is chasing him because he thinks the buzzing sound is funny. How he chased the fireworks on the fourth of July with his arms raised in the air. I'm scared at the way he free-falls of the top of the stairs when I stand at the bottom, but I love that he trusts me enough to catch him. He is unafraid of five foot water as he runs to the deep end of the pool to jump in (note: it's incredible difficult to outrun a child who is outside pool while you're still IN the water!) I love the way his imagination works while he plays under the kitchen table and chairs with his matchbox cars. I love how he follows me around the house holding out a book, grunting all the way, until I sit down to read. He squeals with delight when he hears a train whistle. Even how he jumps from couch, to ottoman, to couch with fearless energy, I love it. How I can hear him snoring from the hallway, and sometimes how he still sleeps with his bottom "jacked up" in the air. To watch him dance at the slightest sound of music and claps his hands after every song. How he can look like my husband, brother, uncle and cousin all at the same time. To see him with his beloved green blanket after a long day of play, he says "Mmmm!" with delight while he pushes it against his face. I love that he requires at least 20 hugs, kisses and cuddles everyday. I sure do love my little man Nate!