Last Friday I was fortunate enough to become a father for a second time. I was with Melissa, doing my best to give encouragement and backrubs, as she gave birth to Emilia Mae. Amazingly, it feels like the first time all over again.
I think all of us look for something to validate our lives, a purpose for hanging around: vocations, careers, hobbies, even simple hedonism, all good in my opinion. For the moment, taking care of my two little ones is mine. I’ve screwed up a lot of things in my life, but I don’t want being a father to be one of them. Who knows? I still might. But I’m giving it my best shot. If I say so myself, I don’t think I’ve done too bad so far.
Let’s see how it goes. I’m having loads of fun 
