Noah

He's 8 lbs, 13 oz., 20 inches long, a little wrinkly and doesn't say much. That's my son brand new as of Thursday July 27 at 6:30 am. I still find it a little surreal to be a daddy. He seems to respond to my voice and usually shuts up pretty quick when I pick him up. I can't say that this doesn't give me a warm feeling. I have an ability that no one else has. I think everybody has that desire buried within them somewhere. It begins at childhood ("Look Mom what I can do!) and is fully realized in parenthood. No one else can be this little guy's daddy. Just me. And he hangs on my every word. For the moment.

For the past few months people have been telling me that my life will change forever, like some kind of grim warning, as if I didn't realize what I was getting myself into. I consciously made a decision to be a father as well as to accept all the unknowns that come with that. Life is full of unknowns. We feel superior when we know something that somebody else doesn't and quite often we express this fact, perhaps to take our minds off the unknowns we're facing at the moment. Fatherhood is a huge unknown for me but I'm excited about it nonetheless. My experience is going to be different from my fathers and from everybody else's. It's the little bit of specialness we get to enjoy in our lives.