Today someone turns XX years old in the family. I’d like to honor him.
It doesn’t seem long ago that I was there in the hospital, scared and nervous to the life altering course ahead of me. It was the crux of my youth coming to a glorious end.
Then there he was, tiny and strong and precious, and beautiful.
It’s been XX years and so far a good ride. He’s turned out just about a great as I could have imagined, and then some.
Being a father is wonderful, I wish more people felt that way.
No excuses, no regreats. Only the need for me to start writing this thing earlier in the day.
‘Cause I’m tired.”