June 15, 2005
Your existence, the fact that you know who I am, the way you look at me, and the strength with which you grip my hand are all constant reminders to me of the miracle that your mother and I have perpetrated.
We say often, as we gaze at your tiny, perfectly formed limbs and digits, gaze into your deep blue eyes, that we are astonished at the fact that you exist. The fact that you managed to arrive made without duct tape or stickytape continues to surprise us.
People, it is said, often spend many years of their lives trying to make their parents proud. I can tell you now, punkin, that all you have to do to make me proud is hold my hand and look at me.