A night alone.

Sometimes I forget how amazing Sam can be. Helping around the house, shopping, hanging out. I need to write down the great times to remind me when the bad times come and that the good times are just right. 

I never thought we'd make it this far. We had such a rough start with him. Last night sitting there trying to get him to sleep (at 11:00. Sorry. He wanted Mommy) and just before I got frustrated, he looks up and says, "I want Mommy. But that's okay, I got you."

This is why I am glad that I'm a Dad. It's the little things.