Hello, Son.

Dear Edwin,

Today, I saw your face for the first time — a grainy ultrasound, granted, but it was definitely you. My entire world has been completely up-ended. Yeah, we’ve known for awhile that your mom is pregnant, obviously. But seeing you today made it real. That may not make a lot of sense to you right now, but it will someday.

So, yeah. Hi! It’s good to know you’re in there and that everything is where it should be and that your development is coming along well. I’m excited to meet you sometime in early March. And man, have I got a lot to tell you about. Some of it, I’ll blab at you through your mom’s stomach (you can hear now), but some of it will have to wait until you’re older. I’m sure you’ll have a lot of questions (and I’m really looking forward to the “why” phase that you’ll eventually go through). For now, though, expect me to be explaining things like football (and why we cheer for the Vikings, even though they suck) and bicycles and computers and stuff. The other stuff you’ll be hearing in the near future is music — I’ll try to find you some awesome stuff.

If I’m anything like my father was, I know I won’t be a perfect dad. But I promise to always try my hardest, and I know that there will be times when you don’t understand why I make the choices that I do, and even times when you resent me for it, but I hope that someday you’ll understand that I always had your best interests at heart.

I’m not sure when you’ll read these letters that I’ll be writing you, but I’ll make sure they find their way to you.

Love,
Dad

11 thoughts on “Hello, Son.

  1. So, Doug Dan’sfather – you’re not grinning at him and saying “I hope he’s just like you were! Revenge is sweet! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

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