Nine months after I received some of the best news of my life (second only to the day my wife said ‘I do’), this past week marked the day that our little peanut came into this world. He takes after his daddy in many ways and his mommy in many others. For instance, he probably is going to have a head as big as mine because he had to be born via cesarean, however, he takes after his mommy because he was actually on time. As a matter of fact, we were told numerous times by hospital faculty that it’s very rare that children are born on their actual due date.

After many grueling hours, my wife gave birth to an almost 8lb and over 20 inch little guy that melts our hearts every time we see him. The feelings that went through my body the moment that I first heard him cry were only topped by the moment that I held my son for the first time and he opened one of his puffy little eyes and gave me a blurry stare down. It was something I can only begin to describe with the cliché “life changing”. My world was turn in circles when I held this wonderful little thing in my arms and was overcome by such an unconditional love that made my heart and soul sync with his and made tears roll uncontrollably down my face. Its very similar to the feeling that had the day that I married my wife. However, the love for my son was not the type of love shared by soul mates but more of an unconditional love that can be matched by none other. Although I can go on and on doing my best to put into words the love that Lynette and I feel for our son, I will simply end by saying to you all, ‘thank you‘.

Thank you for the outpour of  support and all your kind words via Facebook, Twitter, emails, phone calls, hospital visits, text messages and even via video daily update. It is this type of support and love that helps Lynette and I realize that our son will be surrounded by people that love him and will positively nurture him on the new journey God has granted him called life. I can only hope that I have the ability to pass on great values that he will pass on to his own children when he gets the chance to (exactly the same way that my father keeps instilling these values in me and just as my grandfather did with him).

Happy birthday, Noah. I love you, son.