My daughter, my first born, might have the biggest heart of anyone I have ever met. When she was born, I didn't know what I was going to do, how I was going to be a father or what that even meant.
People asked me throughout my wife's pregnancy, "are you ready!?". The answer was always "sure I am". In reality, I was pretty nonscenlant because I didn't know what it even meant. So... hell no I was not ready. I had no idea what this even meant. It did not hit me until I held her in my arms for the first time. At that moment I thought "I am a dad?! This is mine!? What just happened!?". It was unreal, as if I was in denial, like "yeah she's pregnant but we will see if it really happens". Like I am being told I am going to win a project but I don't get excited until I get the purchase order. Surely I can't be the only guy that felt this way... right... Bueller... Bueller...?
Up to this point in my life she was, by far, the best thing to have ever happened to me. I fell instantly in-love. Obsessed. She has me wrapped around her finger and afraid she knows it too. She is currently 8, about to be 9. My biggest fear is that this time has already flown by, in another 8-9 years, she will be leaving the nest. I will be that parent that is okay with their child living in their home well into their 30's. I hope I am that lucky.
She's hilarious, adventurous and athletic. Just a good person to be around, so innocent. Thank you Zoe for being you.
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