There’s a much longer blog post coming, but I just haven’t had the time to write it yet since Jonah was born. Stay tuned for that one. If you’ve been following my blog, you may remember I posted how I was documenting 1 second of every day for 2018 using the 1 Second Everyday app. So for this post, I’m posting One Second Everyday, part 2, from January 1 through March 29, 2018.
Today’s post is a short one but the most important one so far. My firstborn son, Jonah Zechariah made his debut on Wednesday, March 21 at 4:35am. I don’t know what God has in store for us but I know I will do my best to be the best father I can be to him. Welcome, son. We’ve been waiting for you.
That’s pretty much where we are now, in a holding pattern, just waiting for our son to come. My wife is due in 8 days and we’re ready to roll. Bags are packed. Car seat base installed in both cars. Stroller ready. Room ready. Diapers ready. Oh, the diapers. We probably have close to 1,000 diapers. Doorbell camera to screen any visitors. Outdoor security camera to catch any shenanigans going on outside.
My son is only two weeks away. That is pretty unbelievable. Claudia and I are overwhelmed with excitement to meet him. She’s a little bit more excited because she’s so incredibly over being pregnant. She has constant back pain and is tired because he moves during the night and wakes her up. The good thing is that once he’s born, she’ll finally get the rest she needs. Right? Because he’ll always be asleep?
I’ve written about immigration and the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) before because, being a first generation American, immigration is something I hold near and dear. The fate of DACA wasn’t clear as it was being decided in the courts but things were looking a little bit better. From Axios A federal judge in New York ruled today that while the Trump administration has the right to rescind DACA, it has not provided sufficient legal reasons to do so and thus the program must remain in place while a legal battle plays out.
It was an early dismissal day and I was walking home from school. My buddy and I were just talking, probably about video games, when we saw the parked truck move from side to side. Then we heard screaming. “What’s that?” “Who’s that in there?” We saw him hit her. Then he slapped her. Then he hit her again. A flurry of open hands and fists were raining down on this girl, my age, from a grown man.