Melt my heart

Tonight, after work, Joe and I talked about going out to get happy hour appetizers. So we decide on Applebee's and I get ready to go - grab my purse and get my flip flops. But before we leave Joe keeps insisting that I go over by him, by the fridge.

I walk over there and see:

He typed up and printed out our top names and put them up by our most recent ultra sound picture. A part of my heart melted. Even though he may not always have the right things to say and he may not always pick up after himself there are the times like this that I am reminded what a wonderful and sweet person he is (and why I married him!) and what a wonderful dad I think he's going to be.