There is huge seismic activity in the structure of my life. But instead of it crumbling down to the rumbling tones of the Richter scale, it grows even grander and richer.
Many of you already know what this is about. And for the rest, you have no idea how hard it has been to keep a wonderful secret like this one for so long. But see, I just wanted to wait and tell as many as I could in person, before I went public – like this:
I will become a father.
Take it in. I know my pulse ran. Early spring, when Madli announced that she was pregnant, I wept the whole day. Yes, we had been talking about it from just about the very day we met, but you can’t prepare for this; when reality looks at you the way only it can, your knees buckle and your bottom lip quiver. Every time I thought of myself as a father, my eyes leaked. I was simply too happy and I knew no other way of reacting to these new-new emotions.
Our celebration of arrival will take place at the end of November, early December. Fatherhood is but a step away.
Madli, I love you.
And to our unborn child, I have the following message. When you grow up one day – please, take your time, because I want you to be my baby forever – and you start leafing through ol’ daddy’s journals on the internet, know this. You’re the apple of my eye and you hold my heart in the palm of your tiny tiny hand.