It's weird. Before I had my son, I rarely felt those swells of pride that I now get everyday, or those moments where I'm so taken with whatever he may have done or said.
My moment: Xander has this new thing where he likes to give "big hugs" (you know, Teletubbies). Well, he puts his arms around me, pats my arms, then switches sides and does it on the other side, then grabs my face and goes "MMMMMM-UAH" and smacks one right on my lips. He's a cassanova, that one.