It seems like only yesterday that I was on the edge of myself, watching my son enter this world (his mother and I weeping tears of joy the day he was born). And now two years have seemed to fly by and I’m here looking at a little man. And fatherhood, as I'm still grappling with it all, is no small task. Day by day there are new discoveries in this treasure as it is being unravelled–this gift of my son. Who will he be? What will his personality be like? What kind of character will he have? With so much mystery in raising this boy, I have so many reasons to lean into it all and see to it that I’m as fully present as possible—giving the love, support, affirmation, instruction and correction needed. But it seems like you can just blink and miss out. And as much as I would like to just kind of “microwave” his upbringing, skipping all that hard stuff; these years, days, moments are so precious in this process along the way. One day I’m sure I’ll look back and it will all be fond memories (even the challenging times). Meanwhile, I’m just taking it all in one day at a time–the times to enjoy and the other times to endure. Call me a sucker for feeling sentimental, but one thing is for sure; this little guy has a special place in my heart and I’m proud to be called his Dad (although i'm still learning what that fully means).