Too long, too bust, too lazy

My boy. Soon you will not be the center of out world. Soon you will be sharing the spotlight, competing for attention, leading the way. To be honest, I have no idea how I could love another as I love you, but your uncle Leon assures me it is true. Your brother will arrive and I will find the space in my heart for him as well.

I look forward to seeing how you will react. I would love for you to show Oliver what you have learned so far. Judging by your reaction to any other child with the temerity to play with your toys, or attempt to join in with your sport, I fear this will not be how it plays out.

These two years have passed so quickly, with so much to do and so many things to learn. I promised myself that I would dedicate myself to my family, and so far I have only half fulfilled my promise. I work too much, but no more than others. However, I feel that we get on well and you do not feel that I am too often away. We have breakfast, lunch and dinner together, we play in the evenings; and bath and bed time are my domains. You have plenty of opportunities to ignore my attempts at discipline, to get angry at me for saying "NO", to refuse the simplest of my requests. And in return, I get to see you grow, to see you learn, to see you smile. 

To be a father is hard. To build a family is hard. To do right by you and your mother is hard. To have the patience to guide you is hard. To imagine doing anything else with my time is impossible. 

Love you to the moon and back, my boy.