The baby is coming, the baby is coming Where is Paul Revere when I need him. It is July 7 and in a matter of weeks I will become a father for the second time. We have the names narrowed down, more or less. It seems like we are really close to selecting one for a girl and one for a boy.
So, you the loyal readers are probably wondering what those names will be. Get used to disappointment. I share much of myself and my thoughts, but the familia is my business. I am a nasty, angry over protective cuss when it comes to them. Ok, I am regardless of their involvement, but I get more ornery when they are in the picture. So I am not saying a thing.
It is so interesting, just so wacky, I am going to be someone else’s daddy. My son said to me “Abba, you are my daddy, no one elses.” I looked at him, smiled and explained that he would share me, but that he would share me with someone who would be very special to him. He can’t wait to be a big brother.
And what a wild year it has been, Jerry was right. What a long strange trip it has been. I have so many memories and so many stories that I could share, but I am ready for things to settle down. I am not sure that I was cut out to sail such turbulent seas with so much responsibility, or maybe I am. I am not quite sure. I try to make a game of it and say, is this the best that you have got. Show me more, bring your best and I’ll eat it alive. It is like playing hearts and shooting for the moon, I do it all the time. Big gamble, big reward.