Fatherly Love

It is one thing to image becoming a parent and wondering what your children will look like. It is a completely other thing to be blessed with the most beautiful, perfect little angel daughter ever to grace this good earth. I am not only amazed that God would create such a beautiful child (not that I think He couldn't just that He would is so awesome!) but that He Blessed Carrie and I with her.... AMAZING! You can see from the pictures in a previous post that I'm not lying... but I just wanted to list a few things about being a Father.

I can stare at her for hours and just never want to move. She will quite literally do nothing and it is the most entertaining thing I have ever experienced.

I worry. She scares the crap out of me. Every little cough, hiccup, yawn, stretch, eye opening, thumb sucking movement she makes, I wonder... is something wrong? Now I sound a little psycho but you get my drift... I just want to be able to protect her when really, I just have to leave it to God.

I love her. No doubt about it!

I am willing to do anything for her. Already, I carry her till she is asleep. Get out of the most comfortable position to check on her. Change her messy diapers. Put her clothes on, wrap her up. She owns me and hasn't even spoken a word yet.

She is half me. For this I apologize... She will probably have a goofy sense of humor that only her and I will understand. But hey, at least its one more person in on the joke with me right? (no... she will probably be on her Mom's side... darn it)

Last Call
Evie I love you.