Yummy Yummy

Some days, when Nate is being particularly wonderful and adorable and sweet and chatty and clever, I remark that I want to eat him for dinner.  This statement isn't so much about cannibalism as it is about my lack of vocabulary.  I simply feel like my current set of senses isn't enough to take in all of his wonderfulness and I need another way to experience him.  Scott gets really freaked out when I say this.  But even he couldn't deny that if we did eat Nate for dinner, he'd be completely delicious.

Having an actual dinner on Valentine's Day. 
Nate looks a little scared that he might be on the menu.