My husband is a strong and silent type. He can be stoic until you bring up records or babies and then you will find a face that truly reminds you of a young Santa Claus. His smile, his eyes, his voice, genuine kindness. While he may not, literally, make mountains move, he moves me. When I think I can't, this beautiful soul inspires and drives me. What he doesn't know, is when I look at him, I hear Carpenters love songs.
Recently, as I was going over the photos of these past six months, I noticed something happening. Throughout the photos I spotted an evolution, more of a metamorphisis. I see my husband becoming a dad.