life starts here

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.

4 thoughts on “life starts here”

  1. Congratulations to both of you!!! And welcome to the world of leaking eyes. My eyes have never leaked so much before, like they have done after Elias’ arrival…

  2. Thank you so so much!!! We are both endlessly excited about this! Speaking of birth, you know, sometimes I suspect fathers go through almost as much… at least mentally. I will probably break down into a sobbing piece of pulp. Just how I will be able to even look, let alone hold the baby in my arms, without disintegrating with tears, I can not comprehend right now, only some two months away.

    I’ve always been a v-e-r-y sentimental person – but now I’m just getting worse and worse!

  3. Congratulations again! It will be great for Maxime to have a cousin to play with whenever we come and visit you. As for birth… it’s not exactly pleasant for anyone.

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