I never meant to write a daddy blog. It’s funny. Just when you think you know everything that’s going to happen, life smacks you behind the ears and reminds you otherwise.
I thought I knew this whole childbirth thing. After going through it with Sierra two years ago, I proclaimed myself an expert.
Yet here I am, still surprised, completely in awe. Unable to do anything but think about being a daddy. Absolutely convinced that, no matter how hard I try otherwise, I can’t write about anything but being a daddy. A new daddy. To a little boy.
Welcome to the world, Isaac Joseph.
Thank you for bringing another Y chromosome into the house. For promising a lifetime of work as Sierra’s foil.
And for reminding me that, despite all of my insistence otherwise – both two years ago and now – Black Marks on Wood Pulp is first and foremost one of those daddy blogs.