Sometimes we spend all day together. Your mother works on the weekend occasionally, and so its just me and you, from 6:30am until you go to bed at 7pm. At first I kind of freaked out. I am a selfish person, and before you came along I simply went about the business of being me, and in that line of work I do whatever I want whenever I want. It was nice, perhaps somewhat self indulgent, but comfortable and nice. Then there was you, and me, and no time for selfishness.

Today for instance we got up, played around the house and had breakfast- yogurt with flaxseed, your favorite. I then changed 3 diapers within an hours time, one when you woke up and then you decided to poop twice 20 min apart. Then we watched Nebraska get pummeled by Michigan, went to the store, had a nap, went to the park, dropped off some dogfood, and came home and had dinner together. It was a fun and full day, and I wouldn’t trade it for any other.

When I put you to bed at night I look at you, lying there sweetly, your whole life ahead of you. I think about where I am now, and how far you have to come. I wonder how long it will be before you are preparing your own children for bedtime. I wonder how much of this sweet youth I will remember. You are simply the best thing, and the most challenging thing in my life. Your mother brought you into this world, and now I feel I must guide you through it. At the same time I cant help but think of how much I will miss every moment once it is gone, so many sweet kisses and cuddles, giggles and funny faces and gibberish. I love my days with you, tomorrow will be another. We are going to take the ridgebacks for a walk and I am going to try out our new hiking backpack- I think you will love it.

I love you, and I love that you have changed me, like no one else ever could. One blonde girl took me halfway, and now a little blonde girl has come to take me the rest of the way. I am no longer the man I once was, now I am a husband, and your father, and I am happy.