As I said in my initial post, my wife is in her third trimester of our first child, so she’s very, very pregnant.
We’re in the process of getting ready for my son’s arrival. It started with the theme for his room. I wanted it to be space with rocket ships, planets, stars and maybe a little NASA logo thrown in there. As is typical in married life, I had to compromise, and we went with stars.
Our friend did a beautiful mural of the night sky scattered with stars. She did an incredible job and a lot of work, detail and love went into it. We couldn’t be happier.1
Now that we’re getting closer to the due date and with his room coming along, it’s starting to settle in. I’m going to be a father. And it’s exciting. I’m excited to see this little guy grow up. I’m excited to see how he conquers his challenges, how he overcomes his failures, and how he celebrates his victories. Is he going to take after his mother or me? Which parts of us is he going to carry on? Is he going to be quiet and keep to himself or will he be outgoing and never meet a stranger? And most importantly2, who is he going to look like? Not to brag3, but the kid’s got it made either way.
I can’t wait to meet you, son.