The First Father's Day

Today is Father's Day.

My first with you in the world.

Father's Day is an interesting one. I hadn't been close to my own father for many many years. So because of that, the day itself didn't mean much.

I'd always get my mother a card or chocolates or whatever on Mother's Day, but Father's Day??? Yeah, whatever.

I mean I'd always had respect for it, for the great men that I had for examples growing up. My Grandfather, My uncles. So, in the back of my head I would always say a word of thanks to them... The day though, went on like any other.

Now you exist.

Now things are different.

Suddenly I had to come to the realization that this day has changed. It matters. I have a son. I am a father.

It's quite the thing to wrap your head around.

I can't tell you how wonderful it is to be your Dad. How proud of you I am and you're only 10 weeks old. Now I find myself talking about poop or talking about your sleeping patterns. Talking about the milestones as you achieve them.

Talking about things that a brief 10 weeks ago, I had no idea about.

The feeling of cuddling with my little man after a long day of work. Dancing around the room to calm you down. Even just walking down the street with you in the wrap on my chest.

These are things I cherish.

Things that not that long ago, I hadn't experienced.

I barely remember how things were without you.

I consider myself a very lucky man to be your Dad. I hope that you will feel the same way when the time comes.

Family is important.

The bond between you and I is everything.





You, me & Great Grandpa Joe June 17 2012