As a Father

[h_christensen]

She's a week old, now. I can count the days she's been alive on both my hands, or both of hers, though with fingers so tiny I might need a magnifying glass.

Comments

[k_smith]

This is really, really sweet. I might've cried, just a little. But I'm glad you're having this happy time, be well!

[h_christensen]

I cried my eyes out so I can certainly appreciate a few tears. I've never been happier.

[k_smith]

I know you cried only happy tears, right? No sad tears allowed. I'm sure you'll be a great dad.

[h_christensen]

Well, I definitely tried, but there was something bittersweet about knowing that now that she was out in the world there was only so much I could do to protect her. That she would inevitably grow and start to go off on her own and despite that being my ultimate goal, to enable her to be self sufficient, it's still a little stinging. Still though, without a doubt the best day of my life.

[k_smith]

I can understand that, but don't cry sad tears for long. Part of the beauty of watching her grow is knowing that, despite those hardships, she'll become more amazing, more knowledgable, and much more strong as she becomes an adult. Think of the pride you'll feel, knowing that you helped her to such a place.

[h_christensen]

And that is undoubtedly the thing that's kept the smile plastered on my face.