Speaking of Dad Stuff being hard, well, it's also quite great.

Case in point: We put Drew to bed, and since tonight was my night to lay him down after we got done reading to him, after Elizabeth walked us to his bedroom, I set Drew in his crib and told him, "Good night angel."

"G'night angel," he said to me.

"I love you."

"Love you," he whispered back (for the first time EVER to me).

"I love you too," I said and closed the doors, about to bust into tears.

"Love you! Love you! Love you!" he said, as I walked down the stairs.

Made up for that heartbroken feeling earlier today, easily. Later!