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This was you, Ethan, when you were about 8 months B.B. (Before Birth). Mommy and I sat in a dimly lit sonagram room watching the monitor. I was speechless. It was just too much for words to express what kind of feelings I went through. Is this for real? I’m about to become a dad? Is that his head? It’s a boy? What do you mean 80%? I swear you waved at me through the monitor. Right then and there I knew we’d be buds. I just couldn’t wait to meet you. The guy that made mommy puke and make all her favorite foods taste like cardboard. How the heck do you prepare for something like this? I just hope I’ve had enough experiences to figure out what worked and didn’t work for me. Hope I don’t turn out like my parents. Hope you don’t turn out like me. Now that’s very cynical, so what I really mean is that I hope you do better than I did, have better support and more love. Because really when you have kids your biggest hope is that they increase and go beyond what you have done. They go bigger and better than yourself because you are the rock on which they rest your head. Ethan, mom and I loved you before you were even born.
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