Snowflake, it was amazing. I told everyone to keep it in perspective....she is 3 months. As she was opening up gifts, I would laugh (to myself, of course) because she won't be able to play with some of the stuff until she is 3 or 4. But it's ok...she is loved.
I don't know what it is, whether that we had so much trouble and experienced two miscarriages, that I'm 37 and having my first kid after I didn't think it was going to happen, but I haven't ever cried....now I do twice a week. Christmas was the worst! I was like a waterfall...I really think I'm just allergic to pink and that is what is going on. My family laughs at me....the ol' rough and tough coach is now putty in the hand of a three month old. My Mom says the transformation has been amazing to watch in me the last year....how I have come much more loving and open about my feelings...but I want her to see how a man should treat a baby and a woman...and it's ok to wear your heart on your sleeve...sometimes.
Enough of that crying mushy crap....football's on...(that ol' coach still shows up)