A decade ago you entered my life. A decade ago you fundamentally changed me. I thank you for that.
A decade ago you turned one horrific date – September 11 – into a celebration. I thank you for that.
You make me realize every day that I am a father first and everything else is secondary. I thank you for that.
I try my best to be the best for you. Sometimes I’m sure I falter but you appear more forgiving than I am. I thank you for that.
You’ve allowed me to share all my passions with you – biking, computers, baseball, movies. I thank you for that.
I see the way your mind works, the way you create and invent and I stare in awe. Utter awe, even if it means I have to clean up a seemingly endless pile of Legos. And even then, I thank you.
I was so excited to see you that, on the morning you were born, I raced home from the hospital to shave! I wanted to look my very best for my boy.
In fact, I was so excited to see you that shortly after you were born at 5:11p I wrote this short story to add to your website:
Mommy started having contractions Wednesday night around 5pm. An hour later Daddy took us to the hospital and Mommy got comfortable for a long night ahead of her. Nurse Wendy said it was a full moon! Grandpa and Grandma Toosky stopped for a short visit.
On Thursday, after a lot of hard work (and several visits from my new family), I was born! Daddy helped cut my umbilical cord while Nurse Sue checked me over. Daddy says I was very well behaved and very alert – I didn’t cry at all until Nurse Sue gave me a quick bath. But I really liked when she washed my hair! Daddy said I had to get all fancy for Mommy.
At night, I slept, Mommy tried to sleep and Daddy kept watch over his new family.
In the last decade I’ve seen you crawl. I’ve seen you fall. I’ve seen you try. I’ve seen you cry, smile, laugh and bring joy to those around you. I’ve see you take your first steps (on the kitchen island!), your first train, your first plane, your first everything.
I’ve woken in the middle of the night to comfort you and not thought twice about it. And you’ve rewarded me by reading to me, by holding me, by telling me “Dad, you made me happy today.”
Son: You make me happy every single day. And for that I say thank you and wish you a happy 10th.
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It gave me goose bumps! Happy Birthday!
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