So I just wanted to share one of the many reasons I love my husband with everyone here and I'm sorry if it is a little long. I am currently 28w5d and on June 30th woke up to my husband screaming at me to wake up and get dressed at 5:45 in the morning. His father had passed away. This was completely unexpected and a total shock. My husband struggled these last few weeks with how he was feeling. As we put together our sons room, and we were looking at Hobby Lobby one afternoon he got an idea. I came home after a week of helping my mom to see this. A shadow box honoring not only his father, but mine too. They had bonded a lot these past 2 summers of 1800s baseball. My husband got the opportunity to play a game on the Field of Dreams field and played catch with his dad there. On Father's Day last year, all three of them played in a game together. He printed out pictures of all these moments and put his dad's childhood ball and glove in there with the pictures. The teddy bear on top is a memento for baby boy as well. It originally came with a smaller bear that said love you on the foot that was buried with my father-in-law and this larger bear says love you more on the foot for our son to keep as his memory of a wonderful man he will never get to meet. My husband likes to be the tough guy all the time, but things like this melt my heart.