Two years ago today, at 5:03 AM after the craziest all-nighter of my life, I became a father for the first time.
In the past two years, I have been peed on. I have been pooped on. My son has thrown up (twice) while I was flying him around the living room, once directly into my open mouth--on my brithday, no less. I don't think I've slept past 6:15 once in the last 730 days. My level of debt has slowly climbed as I try to support my family on one income instead of two. I work out less, I work more, I've started getting gray hair, and very rarely can I stay awake through a whole movie anymore.
In other words, it's been--BY FAR--the best two years of my entire life.
Happy birthday, Jack! You taught Daddy what love really means.