Crying myself to sleep

So, tonight, I got home from the hospital, got some work done, and sat on the computer. Looked at it, and started to listen to some music. I noticed that we have a bunch of pictures on our desktop of our time at the hospital, coupled with a few video's.
I opened one of those pictures, and my heart melted. You've seen this picture before, but I wanted to share it again.

I happened to be listening to a song that has some very deep meaning to Tammy and I.
I smiled at first, he's so beautiful....I remembered the first day I got to meet him...greatest day of my life. I remembered the first time I got to hold him, 6am @ St.Boniface before he was taken into the NICU. I remember his first surgery, his first trip outside (in the 'bus'), his second surgery, his 'cool lamb shades', the first time he had no wires, the sleepover, the ride home, the nights of staying up (Tammy), the company he gave us, the first time he looked at me and KNEW who I was, the first time he cried, the first time he smiled, his first laugh (sleeping), and his first laugh (awake), his fourth surgery, his time in the PICU, where despite being pokes and prodded he'd still smile with his eyes, his move back to the regular ward, the removal of tubes and wires, the feeding him from a bottle, his smile, his laugh...

Ethan, I love you sooo much, you are my world...