Dear future child of mine,
We don’t officially know each other yet but I think about you all the time. Every single day, the thought of you floods my mind. There are so many questions I have.
What will you be like?
Will you have a full head of hair?
Are you a boy or girl?
Will you like videogames?
Can you please root for the Wichita State Shockers basketball team with me?
At the same time I have so many questions for myself. What we are about to embark on will be completely new for us so please be patient with me and I will also learn to be patient with you. I’ve never been a father before and really don’t know the first thing about being one. But fortunately you have so many wonderful cousins that have hopefully been preparing me for a small bit of what is about to happen. Of course being an uncle is totally different than a father but know this, you are coming into a world where you will be loved by so many people most importantly by your parents.
I’m actually sitting here on your mother’s couch typing this out and feel like I’m just rambling. It’s late into the night, SportsCenter is on as white noise and the thought of you is all my focus is on. I’m not going to lie, my eyes water up every now and then and I don’t even know why. I’m not scared; I’m not sad; I don’t even know how to explain it. I’m just anxious. I don’t know what the future holds but I can’t wait so much to meet you and hold you in my arms for the first time.
P.S. I can’t believe I’m even typing that right now