...and then I cried.

T was out of town this weekend for a bachelor party (Read: Only guys from the midwest that no longer live there go back for a bachelor party consisting of camping, beer drinking, lake swimming, and music playing.  Love!)  He was gone from Friday morning until Sunday evening.  Not long, but long enough when you're an 18 week-old infant.

When T got in the car as we picked him up from the airport, he insisted on riding in the back seat with J.  For approximately 5 minutes, J stared at T's face intently.  When, finally, a look of recognition flashed across J's face and with a big smile he let T know that he knew loved him.

Once we arrived home, it was all that J could do but keep eye contact with his Papa.  Even nursing him was a struggle as he continued to break away, roll over, and find his father in the room.  He would then smile and kick his legs excitedly.

I finally handed him over and, as T lay on his back, J stood on his stomach.  They were smiling and talking to one another when all of a sudden J became really silent and concentrated on T.  Then, to our complete surprise, he burst out into uncontrollable, belly-shaking laughter.  He then stopped, shrieked, and began his hysterical laughter once more.  He repeated this for a good 5 minutes as I just watched, laughing from across the room.  J has never given us more than small giggle fits, and it is usually prompted by us. This laughter was from him, pure joy at being in his Papa's arms.

As I laughed along, tears filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.  My heart ached and burst for these two men.  This love I have is something that is utterly indescribable.  I could not stop the tears from flowing and I felt as though the wind had been knocked out of me.  

Watching them share this moment is something I will cherish forever.