"paci ba ba..."

last weekend was a big weekend in the boucher house.  it was buddy's first trip to a restaurant.  and my first margarita in a long long long long time.  but that is besides the point...


while i was pregnant, matthew and i were busy wondering at my growing middle, and reading about natural labor, and driving to culvers for root beer floats.  i was also busy thinking alot about what kind of father matthew would be.  i knew he would be a great father.  we had been dreaming for years about a family, we always knew we wanted one, we talked about having a big one.  i knew he was going to be a great, and i couldn't wait to see him tackle his new role as dad.

but i wondered...

i wondered if he would be the dad who wanted to hold his son and never let go, or the dad who would admire him from afar.  i wondered if he would wrestle with asher on the floor, and take him out for a special father son ice cream cone.  i wondered how he would look at him, how he would hold him, how he would tell him "i love you".

the second he was born, i knew what kind of father matthew would be.  (i will get part 4 up sometime monday, and you will hear all about it)  i love watching matthew with asher.  i love watching him hold asher, and kiss his cheeks, and talk to him, and feed him a bottle, and change his diapers, and love him.  i love when he comes home from work and washes his hands first thing, so he can hold his son.  i love the most when he is leaving for work, and buddy and i are still sleeping, and he leans over his little basinett and kisses him goodbye.  i love to see the pride on his face when we introduce asher to people for the first time.  i love to see him smile and pose pictures with his family with toothy grins i have never seen on his face before.

watching matthew with our son is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.  it makes me more in love than ever.  it makes me thankful.  i know i am so blesses.  my cup overfloweth.  my heart floods with joy and blessings and gratitude.  it brings tears to my eyes.  and it makes me laugh.  really hard.  so hard i can't tell if the tears are from laughter or admiration.  because...   

because... matthew's baby talk sounds just like the swedish chef from the muppets.  i swear to you.

despite the whole swedish chef thing... asher still loves his daddy.

and matthew loves asher.

and that's all i have to say about that...