Tomorrow is the big day. I'm anxious, not because I'm worried anything will go wrong, but more because I'm ready for the next phase. We've waited so long, I'm ready to finally meet the little guy. Of course my wife is worried, or better panicked. I doubt she'll even sleep tonight. I'm not worried, though, because God has been making me into the exact perfect man that I need to be. Besides, as long as He’s there with me, why would I need to worry. I can do all things through Him who strengthens me. So we...the three of us...can raise this baby together.
I HAVE been struggling today to decide on the perfect beard/mustache combination. Tomorrow, I meet my son for the first time, and I want to make a good first impression. I'll be the first thing he sees, so it's got to be just right. Strange that this is what I choose to be worried about!
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