You’ll have that rough stuff on your face someday, too.
Daddy likes the way it makes him look.
Even all these years later, Mommy’s still not sold on it.
Anyway…
There are so many things I want you to know.
Some I’ll hopefully be able to teach.
Others, that you’ll figure out when you screw them up.
What it means to be a man.
What you and your mom mean to me.
How much your little life has changed us in such big ways.

But, more than anything…
Know that I’m here.
Know that some very special people made a very special choice for you to be mine.
I had very little control then (something that I like to have).
But, the more I know you, the more I love you, and the more I love them.
They blessed us with you.
You bless us.

Thank you for being you.
Don’t ever change it.