Monday, November 15, 2010
Not just another butt to wipe
Candice and I are now home and have been for a few days. I have been on vacation from the church, and I have be loving every minute of being with my newborn son. I don't know if everything has hit me yet as far as actually being a dad, but I am sitting here watching the 12 o'clock news and have this overwhelming feeling of protection. Story after story someone is killed or arrested. I pray that I can provide a safe home.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
To the little dude.
So, here I am sitting here in the hospital waiting for you to show up. I can see your little heartbeat on the monitor and I can tell when you are sleeping. I haven't gotten a decent nights sleep due to some crazy dreams I have had about you, and last night was no different. Here I am awake before everyone else in the world and I am thinking.
First I thought that I wouldn't know what to do with a baby; I thought, "I am too rough". After came the questions, "What if I break you?" "Am I going to like you?" "Are you really a boy?" "What if you come out a girl?" and other crazy things.
I also thought of what you might like to do once you get older. Are you going to play soccer or football? Play piano or guitar? Like computers or fishing? Work on cars or chase the ladies? Whatever it is I will be there with you (except the chasing ladies. Mom won't like that).
I then started saying our pregnancy catch phrase of "I just can't wait to meet the little guy." But now as I sit here and wait I can't help but think, "I've already met you. We've known each other for a while now, and at times have even played together already. I just don't know what you look like (here's to praying it's like your mother)." The first time I felt you move I burst into tears. Then there was the first time I would push on you 3 times and you pushed back 3 times. All the times your mom and I have sat there and just watched you squirm. It's just been pretty awesome.
I think back to what Stephen (you can meet him soon, he's a little weird but we like him anyway) told me he said to all of his kids that were born, "Yahweh is the God of the universe and He sent Jesus as his son to the world to die for all sin." I know you can't read yet, but I'll tell you all about it as soon as I can get you in my arms.
First I thought that I wouldn't know what to do with a baby; I thought, "I am too rough". After came the questions, "What if I break you?" "Am I going to like you?" "Are you really a boy?" "What if you come out a girl?" and other crazy things.
I also thought of what you might like to do once you get older. Are you going to play soccer or football? Play piano or guitar? Like computers or fishing? Work on cars or chase the ladies? Whatever it is I will be there with you (except the chasing ladies. Mom won't like that).
I then started saying our pregnancy catch phrase of "I just can't wait to meet the little guy." But now as I sit here and wait I can't help but think, "I've already met you. We've known each other for a while now, and at times have even played together already. I just don't know what you look like (here's to praying it's like your mother)." The first time I felt you move I burst into tears. Then there was the first time I would push on you 3 times and you pushed back 3 times. All the times your mom and I have sat there and just watched you squirm. It's just been pretty awesome.
I think back to what Stephen (you can meet him soon, he's a little weird but we like him anyway) told me he said to all of his kids that were born, "Yahweh is the God of the universe and He sent Jesus as his son to the world to die for all sin." I know you can't read yet, but I'll tell you all about it as soon as I can get you in my arms.
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