It's nearly 11pm; the power is out, and with windows open behind me, there's a slight breeze cooling the air. I hear thunder in the distance, the sound of raindrops dance outside, and by candle's light, I sit here writing, thinking of you.
Twenty-four weeks and two days today...nearly 18 weeks ago we learned of you. Now somewhere around 15 weeks more until I see your face, I do not feel prepared, but can hardly wait for the day!
Every day this becomes more real to us, with each step I feel more awake. I've reckoned every kick, motion, and beat of your heart a blessing and memory I never dare forget; each one being an early kiss to my cheek from your own little lips.
I've thought of a thousand things I want to share with you, so many wonders for you to see; but greater still, to see your happiness is more important than them all. I am enamored by your presence, but have yet to hold you near.
I'll not be a perfect father to you dear, this is a thing I know true, but in whatever you need of me, I will be here for you. With every laugh, every tear, every bump and bruise along the way, I'm proud God allowed me to be your daddy, and I'm always here to stay.
