Becoming a Father

Whoa. Becoming a father is intense.

Fatherhood was something I was never too sure about. The thought of raising and providing for another human being scared the shit out of me, like I assume it does for many guys.

It wasn’t until age 37 that I considered myself to be man. It took the birth of my daughter to do that. What a perfectly amazing transition it was. I would never look back.

At just shy of 9 months of age, she’s such an inspiration and driving force in my life that it floors me. I feel like I’ve known her forever. Maybe that’s because she’s made up of part of me, I dunno. But whatever it is, it’s a feeling so strong and true that it’s unmistakable.

My wife and I have always been very close and very in-tune with one another, but since Edyth has come along, it’s multiplied tenfold. It’s fantastic.

Every moment I get to spend with them makes me vibrate inside with happiness.

Watching the love of my life learn and grow as a new mother is hypnotizing. She is a natural — thriving in her new role. I should also point out that not only is she a new mother, but a new businesswoman as well. She started her floral studio Pollen Nationnear the end of 2015. She is the busiest (but most fulfilled) woman I know.

During these 9 short months, I have experienced feelings and sensitivities I never knew I had. Some good, some awkward, some unexplainable, but all are incredible in their own ways. I look forward to each new day in wonder of what I’ll experience, what I’ll learn, and what she’ll do that’ll make me laugh my ass off. I smile so much now my face hurts, and it’s all because of her.