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Pink's Life
I'd like to do something that's more personal with this post, especially with the biggest thing that's happened in my life since, well... the wedding.
Obviously, this is a big thing, and rightly so.
A real life-changer.
Some of you may already realise this, and some of you are on the way to realising this, but there's nothing like holding something that's an external part of you, and you being a part of him. A real connection. A bond.
When did I realise this myself? I can't rightly say. Definitely in the hospital, after he opened his eyes and looked at me for the first time, most likely.
And that bond grows every day.
It was just something indescribable as I held him close, lying on the bed watching "The Science of Star Wars" on TV the other night, looking into those slate gray eyes of his. He was quiet, calm, relaxed. I played with him a little bit, had him do some punches, felt his grip...
I'm just still amazed by him. Utterly and truly amazed. I mean, here's a piece of both me and Colleen, living, breathing, eating, crying... utterly amazing.
There are times when I'm absolutely speechless when it comes to talking about him.
Like now.
I think about him through most of the day, until I get home and can look into those eyes of his.
He's perfectly healthy, just a little on the big side right now.
I will gladly sit with him and watch TV while Colleen goes for a rest.
I have no problems with changing his diapers and/or clothes.
I will cheerfully sit and give him a bottle, and try to get a frat belch from him.
Why do I say all this, and how can I say it?
I'm a Dad, that's why. Capital D.
It's easy being a father -- just provide the biological material.
It takes work to be a Dad.
One thing I know is for certain. I love this kiddo. All my heart, soul, being.
And I always will.
I'd like to do something that's more personal with this post, especially with the biggest thing that's happened in my life since, well... the wedding.
Obviously, this is a big thing, and rightly so.
A real life-changer.
Some of you may already realise this, and some of you are on the way to realising this, but there's nothing like holding something that's an external part of you, and you being a part of him. A real connection. A bond.
When did I realise this myself? I can't rightly say. Definitely in the hospital, after he opened his eyes and looked at me for the first time, most likely.
And that bond grows every day.
It was just something indescribable as I held him close, lying on the bed watching "The Science of Star Wars" on TV the other night, looking into those slate gray eyes of his. He was quiet, calm, relaxed. I played with him a little bit, had him do some punches, felt his grip...
I'm just still amazed by him. Utterly and truly amazed. I mean, here's a piece of both me and Colleen, living, breathing, eating, crying... utterly amazing.
There are times when I'm absolutely speechless when it comes to talking about him.
Like now.
I think about him through most of the day, until I get home and can look into those eyes of his.
He's perfectly healthy, just a little on the big side right now.
I will gladly sit with him and watch TV while Colleen goes for a rest.
I have no problems with changing his diapers and/or clothes.
I will cheerfully sit and give him a bottle, and try to get a frat belch from him.
Why do I say all this, and how can I say it?
I'm a Dad, that's why. Capital D.
It's easy being a father -- just provide the biological material.
It takes work to be a Dad.
One thing I know is for certain. I love this kiddo. All my heart, soul, being.
And I always will.
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I think about him through most of the day, until I get home and can look into those eyes of his.
this indicates that you are jonesing for your next fix of the mind zap.