So young Parker Dugan is due to come tomorrow. Unfortunately, the doctor says that we shouldn't hold our breath. He actually said our chances of being on time were "crummy." Is that a medical term? When do we get the point that our chances are "sorta good"?
So anywho, Erin and I are patiently waiting for the full moon on Monday and planning many walks around the block to see if we can help him along. I might try to slip some Castor oil into Erin's next Diet Dr Pepper.
With Parker's arrival so close, I am struck by the gravity of it all. I knew that the day would come sooner than I thought. But now that we are so close, I can hardly wait. I know that we have all the preparations available made, but I wonder how Ready we really are. I am afraid of letting him down. Lately I have been thinking about the kind of father I grew up with. I absolutely love my dad. He was exactly what I needed to become the man that I am today. It wasn't always good times and happy memories, but it was perfect for me.
I suppose what i really want is for my son to one day look back and realize that I tried to give him everything he needed. I hope that as a man, he is grateful for his childhood.
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