The last 9(ish) months have been such a blur. Not to sound like I'm speaking cliché but it literally seems like yesterday that Erika was telling me that she's probably pregnant and now as I'm writing this she's in the midsts of the labors that will bring us our son.
It's really hard to form the words to describe all of the emotions, fears, hopes, and thoughts I'm having right now.
So I'll just say this:
I hope we do a good job being your parents. We promise to do our best and I hope that you can forgive us when we do the things you don't like but we feel are in your best interest.
You are loved, loved, loved.
see you soon