Your mom is in love with you totally, absolutely, and unquestionably.
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. My Words to you.
I'm your dad. . . . . in training.
I don't know what kind of dad I am when you read this. Good, bad, or ugly. Or all of the above.
Whatever I am, I hope I don't ruin your life or traumatize you in too severe of a way.
It's because I don't know how to be a dad. I haven't a clue. I'm picking up bits and pieces from people I talk to or see what they do. To be honest, I feel like at 29 years old I am finally figuring out bit by bit on how to be me.
Who am I to be a dad?
But I am. I am here. You are here. You're mom is here.
And I will try. no. no try. will do. I will be your dad.
Love you kiddo. my boy.
