Dear [redacted],
So far we've
had a few one sided conversations, we've yet to meet face to face. I
suppose we've met face to foot, face to fist? I’m not honestly sure, but you've
knocked me around a few times. I don't mind. Somehow I feel like we’re bonding, even with this barrier (placenta and such) between us. I imagine that when
I rest my head and neck on your mom’s belly that you can hear (or feel) my
heartbeat. Maybe that’s dumb, but I hope it’s not.
I've been spending a lot of time thinking about the years we have to come. The
things that I will get to share with you; the memories we've yet to make. I've
spent hours hoping that you will enjoy the things that I enjoy, and that they
will become things that you and I can do together. There are things that we
will do as a family, likely with your future younger siblings too. Family
vacations to see your Aunt in North Carolina; trips to Disney Land/World
(pending the re-eradication of certain infections diseases). We’ll likely go on hikes, backpacking,
see Broadway shows and concerts.
But,
mostly in the last few weeks I've been thinking of the geekier things that I
hope you will enjoy with me. See [redacted], your father is a bit of a dork.
Hopefully one day you will become aware (or we'll be able to convince you) that there is nothing wrong with this.
It just means that I am a lover of many things.
I've been thinking lately how
totally stoked I’m going to be the first time you play with LEGOs. I’ll teach
you the fine art of building spaceships. Not like the instructions tell you to,
but how they’re meant to be built. Before they had an instruction booklet to
show you how to build an Imperial Battlecruiser, you had to figure that shit out
for yourself. First what it looked like in your head and then how you were
going to make it out of the random non-matching pieces you had.
But
that’s just only the beginning really. I was never a big comic book fan as a
kid. I expect though, that had someone exposed me to them back in the day I
would have dived in head first. These days I unfortunately only follow the universes
through TV shows and movies, but I think that’s something that you and I could
do together. So I’m thinking we’ll hit the comic book store on Saturday
mornings. We’ll each pick one for the week and we can trade half way through. How
about Dungeons & Dragons? I haven’t even tried that one myself, seems like
we could have some fun with it.
Did I
mention I'm a poet(in training)? In all likelihood growing up you’ll think I work as something like a civil engineer, but the truth is I would rather
be writing verse than designing roads and septic systems. Much like your mom is
hoping that you might enjoy picking up an instrument one day; I can’t help but
hope you’ll at least appreciate the art. I had intended to start reading you
poetry while you were still cooking, but I’m thinking maybe I’ll just hit you
with some Speakes as part of your bedtime story.
The thing is I've been waiting to meet
you for like eight years. You won’t quite understand how long and short that is
until you’re approaching my age (not that 31 is terribly old, though you will think it is for quite a while still). While we waited
though, we've had time to have some seriously great adventures. We’re expecting
that you will be our greatest yet, and then there will be all of the
ones that we get to have together. And so I spend my time imagining them. And
then I spend my time imagining the adventures that you will someday have with yours.
And then I just become a heaping pile of sap. You’re dad’s a dork kid. I hope
you like me.
Love,
Dad
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