You're embarking on a remarkable journey, my friend
You're about to experience the single most fulfilling event of your life so far. It doesn't matter that for the first few months he's not much more than a pooping, screaming plant that will require you and your wife to sleep in shifts like you're on the lookout for midnight cattle rustlers
I'm dead serious, you are going to be in absolute awe of every-freaking-change and development that happens to this little guy. The way he breathes when he sleeps, the way he moves his eyes and focuses on you when you talk to him, the way he grips your finger (or yanks out your chest hair), the goofy faces he makes when he passes gas. It's all an absolute joy.
You're going to discover that he's this perfect little mixture of you and his mother. Sometimes to a rib-splitting humorous degree, sometimes to the point you start air-punching the sky in frustration
You'll figure out his likes and dislikes. You'll get to explain the natural world to him, read all kinds of incredible books (baby/kid's books don't have to be awful. There are some great ones out there!), and check for monsters in the closet. It's like watching the most interesting, captivating, and astounding story unfold before your eyes, and it's one you and his mom get to help write.
But hang on tight! Time is relative, and having a kid moves it at warp speed. I can't believe my little Evey is going to be SIX this month. It seems like it was just yesterday I was holding her in the gliding rocker in her nursery at our old house as I fed her a late night bottle. The pink walls adorn with the birds and branches her mother and I hand-painted warmly radiating all the love and the hope we had for her in the soft glow of her night light. He tiny chubby fingers closing and squeezing around mine as she gulped down her milk.
Now she's over 4'3" tall and an all knees and elbows beanpole that is brimming with energy getting ready to go into the 1st grade. She's so smart and SO sassy and such a gorgeous girl with the biggest heart. However, even 6 years later as I watch her quickly outpace me in pretty much everything, when I look into the beautiful blue eyes her mama gave her, I still see my chubby little wispy-haired baby staring back at me in the dim glow of her nursery in the wee hours noisily drinking her bottle and curling into my chest as I hum a nonsensical made-up lullaby.
The milk is gone, I'm running on fumes, but still we slowly rock. One more song, just a couple more strokes of her soft smooth cheek. I honestly believe the my most peaceful and blissful moments were those spent cradling my little girl at 2 a.m.
Fatherhood is a trip, man. It's such joy, such fun, so exciting, SO scary. You have no idea what you're doing, and all the help books aren't going to keep you from flying by the seat of your pants. That's okay. All you have to know how to do is love that little guy with every fiber of your being. The rest will work itself out.
Congrats
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