There's a little person in our house

Today I couldn't stop staring at my son. He's a person. I know it kind of sounds like one of those caricatures of a drug induced person staring at their hand saying, "whoa my hand, dude" but I was just in awe. It's a parent thing but it was a slight act of morning worship, not of my son, but of God and the gifts of the miracle of life, individuality, family, DNA, and a whole mess of other things. What was even more amazing was trying to imagine what future things I would be observing this boy do. Things like, using the potty (that will be a glorious day), first day of Kindergarten, first game/meet/play/whatever, prom, marriage, kids?, and who knows, bail hearing..let's hope not but I'd be there! Blows my mind.

I can get so caught up in parenting and anxiety and thinking about parenting roles that I manage forget that this is a distinct relationship with a unique individual. It's a joy to love him, even when he tells his daddy to go away, and know that I'll love him for who he is no matter what. 

I guess all I'm trying to say is that I love being a Dad.