Three Months

My son is three months old today.  On the one hand, I can't believe time has flown by so quickly.  I can remember the day he was born, and spending the week in the hospital, like it was yesterday.  On the other hand, I can't believe it's only been three months.  He has so completely taken over our lives, that I can't remember what life was like before he got here.  It seems like it was always the three of us.  Our own little family unit.

So much has changed in the last three months, but mostly our perspective on life and what's important.  Maybe I blocked out my previous life, because it seems so unfulfilling and unrewarding now in comparison.  I definitely wouldn't want to go back to it.  I definitely don't want to be an un-dad again.  I love my little buddy so much that sometimes it's overwhelming.  Even when I think that I couldn't possibly love him any more, tomorrow happens, and I do.

So, happy three months of life, son.  I'm proud of you and proud to be your father.  In recognition of his anniversary, I dressed him up in his Batman outfit and turned him into the "Dark Baby," complete with cape and cowl.