Your Dad and I met at church when I was in middle school, while sitting in the youth group room one of the first Sundays after my family had moved to Colorado. I remember seeing him for the first time (he had been asked to say a prayer) and very casually thinking to myself, "Well, if I have to marry anyone in here, it would be him." Little did I know that this silly thought at the age of 13 would begin a very fun journey that would eventually lead to YOU!
You will quickly learn that your Dad and I are complete opposites in just about every way. I wonder almost daily why on earth God chose to put him with me and send up "thank you" prayers every day for the fact that He did. Your Daddy is one of the most genuine and attentive people that I know. He listens like no one else does, and works extremely hard to make life better for his (growing) family. Sure, we argue, we say things we regret, and we both make many mistakes, but we are so happy together and work at loving each other more and more every day. I think that it's very important for you to know that.
By the time you read this, you will know that your Daddy is pretty reserved and I often find myself wishing that I knew what he was really thinking about. I do know however, that he spends a lot of his time thinking about you. A few weeks ago, we were both at home and I couldn't find him anywhere in the house. I eventually walked into the nursery and found him standing in the closet just looking at all of your clothes. He absolutely hates when I make a big deal out of things, so I just kind of turned around and acted like I hadn't seen anything. Then, two nights ago, we were lying on the couch watching TV and playing the always-entertaining game of "Watch The Belly Move". Your Dad had himself propped up next to me with his arm pressed against the side of my stomach since we were a bit squished. I guess it was warm right where his arm was because you stopped moving all over my stomach and just started kicking right in that spot. Big kicks. I kept saying things like, "Look Bryan, he knows you're right there, he's saying hi!" He didn't say anything back, he just smiled, and we went back to watching TV. About 20 minutes later, I noticed that he hadn't moved a muscle and was still sitting propped up with his arm in the same spot. I told him that he looked uncomfortable to which he replied, "Yeah, my arm's asleep, but I don't want to move." That just about broke my heart. He was spending time with you, and even though he didn't say it, I am sure that he was thrilled with the fact that you seemed to know who he was for just a little while.
He cannot wait to meet you and I can't wait for you to know him. He is a wonderful husband and will be a great father. When I think about the person I want you to be when you grow up, I hope that you have a few of my characteristics, but mostly, I hope that you are like him. I know that you will be SO obsessed with him and will run to the door when he gets home from work. I know that you will beg me to drive to out of town games so that we can watch him coach. I know that you will happily be his golfing buddy even before you are really able to play yourself. I know that you will feel so honored when he asks you to say a prayer before dinner because you're a "big boy". I can't wait to see the two of you together! There are so many more things I want to tell you about your dad, but I'm sure that you will learn them for yourself in time. You, my little boy, are very, very lucky to have the Daddy that you have.
(Sorry for the forever long and extremely sappy letter, but this one was very important for the baby book! Happy weekend!)