tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32795439316942235892011-07-04T21:17:19.650-07:00da_BloBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032163385181183020noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279543931694223589.post-58716647450256950792011-07-04T21:17:00.000-07:002011-07-04T21:17:19.673-07:00You are just over one year old. &nbsp;<div><div>Your mom is in love with you totally, absolutely, and unquestionably. &nbsp; &nbsp;</div></div><div>By the time you read this, you probably know how forgetful I can be and how I can lose notes, books, computer files, so this can be it. &nbsp;<b>My Words to you. &nbsp;</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm your dad. . . . . &nbsp; in training. &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know what kind of dad I am when you read this. &nbsp;Good, bad, or ugly. &nbsp;Or all of the above. &nbsp;</div><div>Whatever I am, I hope I don't ruin your life or traumatize you in too severe of a way. &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>It's because I don't know how to be a dad. &nbsp;I haven't a clue. &nbsp;I'm picking up bits and pieces from people I talk to or see what they do. &nbsp;To be honest, I feel like at 29 years old I am finally figuring out bit by bit on how to be me. &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div>Who am I to be a dad?&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>But I am. &nbsp; I am here. &nbsp;You are here. &nbsp;You're mom is here. &nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>And I will try. &nbsp; no. &nbsp;no try. &nbsp;will do. &nbsp; &nbsp; I will be your dad. &nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Love you kiddo. &nbsp; my boy. &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279543931694223589-5871664745025695079?l=father-in-training.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>da_BloBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032163385181183020noreply@blogger.com0