I've mentioned these lovelies before, and if you haven't read their story, you NEED to. You also need to pray for these lovelies, not just because I said so, but because when you read about them, you will be compelled to do so.
A number of their readers have made a list of things Tricia (and Nate) will love about being parents. You can find a number of them here.
Dear Tricia and Nate, I know you will love:
- how the kicking and bouncing in the crib becomes more excited as she hears you coming closer
- big, fat, mushed sweet potato raspberries blown at you from across the table...and the mushed sweet potato hits you square in the face.
- slobbery, open-mouthed kisses (even better after popsicles or spaghetti)
- the 'uh-oh' game...she drops her item, says 'uh-oh', you retrieve it. repeat until you are insane.
- tickling and the subsequent squealing.
- squealing in general.
- watching her and her daddy play together. there's nothing as lovely, and no guy as sexy as the one who is obviously in love with his baby.
- sweaty summertime baby, sprawled across your chest, arms flung around your neck, sleeping with abandon.
- watching her love your pets up.
- watching your pets exhibit a variety of patience only known to pets of babies.
- enormous, highly inappropriately timed baby farts.
- and burps.
- and barfs.
- and leaky diapers.
- only ever wearing cotton for three years because it's the only fabric that cleans well.
- watching her eat mud.
- and grass.
- and sticks.
- and bugs, until she starts to flip out about them.
- watching her sleep, and breathe, and suck on her bottom lip while she dreams.
- being home, really home in your own space, just mama and daddy and baby, with nobody else around, and with no beeping and no cords and no machines. That is the best thing ever.