Fatherhood

It's a usual Monday night. I sit here and I am the last one up in the house, which is pretty normal. Mo goes to bed early usually. I just finished playing a session of about 3 hours of poker, including a SnG, a micro-stake NL game, and a extremely profitable triple draw game. But this is not really a Monday night like any other, because sitting in my arms is my beautiful son Julian. I can't believe how in love I am with this guy. He's been a long time coming. And the only reason I say that is because of the various problems we had getting him into this world. More like difficulties really. Sure he was a little early, just 19 days, but we were sweating his arrival, hoping everything would be ok. At one point about 3 days before he was born, we were having a regular ultrasound and I noticed the nurse checking his brain. I spoke up, "how does his brain look?". The nurse said puzzled, "smart...". I chuckled. Fatherhood is stressful even when your son hasn't even been born! They say that you can't really explain the birth of a son or daughter, and that you really have to experience it. It really is unbelievable and a blessing. I can now understand why people say that the best days of their lives are the days their children are born. Count me in!

I really couldn't ask for much more. Julian was an April fools baby, and while 4/3 was my first choice for his birthday (the best Phish show i've ever seen happened 10 years ago), I can't complain. It seems like everyone knows someone with a child born on April 1st. So what's one more! He rocks. I can't stop looking at him, talking to him, singing to him, changing his diapers, he's the coolest kid on the block by far!