Ever since 2015, Saint Nicholas Day has always been Father’s Day to me.
It’s hard to believe that my newborn son is already more than a month old, but this calls for some reflection on the new stage of life that we have entered—man-to-man parental defense. With one month in the books, I’m proud to report that we have thus far largely flourished under these new conditions.
Just like the first time around, it’s taken several weeks to find the time to put this birth story down for posterity. I hope you’re in the mood for a long read… The funny thing about the day of your child’s birth is that you know it’s going to be a day you’ll never forget, […]
I wrote this post the night before my son was born, but didn’t have a chance to share it until now. As we are firmly in the newborn stage again, it’s interesting to read where my head was this time a week ago.
They say that patience is a virtue. I’m sure it is. Unfortunately, I’ve always been a big fan of instant gratification. This makes the nine-month journey of pregnancy–a beautiful and wondrous experience, to be sure–just a little bit torturous towards the end for a guy like me.