Dear Son

Buddy.

So now it starts to become clear. You look at me now, and respond to things. Open your eyes and smile, and I'm pretty sure you're working on a little laugh of your own. This parenting thing is starting to make sense. You are starting to make sense to me. Its been 2 months and 10 days since you came on to the scene and this family thing seems like it is all coming together.

Sorry for the brief break to Mexico, I had to take off for a little bit. A wedding. I felt guilty going, leaving you and your mom for a week to your own devices. (Devices read, your grand parents) But I'm back and I am vowing a week is a little long, so I will attempt not to ditch the family for unnecessary reasons in the future.

I wanted to mention your mom. Before you met her, she was amazing. Passionate, fiery, silly and fun. You will probably not appreciate these traits until you're much older. But I tell you there there. Your impact on her, has been a hell of a thing to watch. Everyday I come home to a greater sense of family, a greater feeling of fatherhood and while I can ascribe a great deal of this to you and your littleness, your mom is the facilitator of the process. You my friend are simply a spark. (No offence)

I find myself settling in now. I'll admit that a few weeks ago, I wanted nothing more than to accelerate this process, to see you grow and talk and express yourself as a young boy and further to that a man. But now, now I understand that you do express yourself all the time, and that you don't just cry excessively. I'm not sure if this is because you have settled down yourself, or if I am now more accustomed to your "expressions." Either way I'm having some fun these days. And I sweat a little less when you crap yourself from your navel to your shoulder blades (its happened) or when you cry in the car because you're embarrassed by the ridiculous panda hat that your grandmother knitted you sits to tight on your head. Or when you spit up all over my new merino sweater from BR.

I suppose I have reached a place of Zen Fatherhood.... at least for the next 7 hours.