In February of 1995 I was driving down Greenlake Way on a sunny afternoon. Suddenly I burst into tears. I had to pull over to the side of the road. I was sobbing. It had just struck me again that two months before that my son Miles was born on Christmas day.
December 25, 1994 was the single greatest day of my life. Being a father was, is and will be the greatest thing that I could ever have done, am doing and will ever do. Every single day of my life has been better, more fulfilling and above all, more purposeful since becoming a father. Miles at first and then 5 ½ years later, Alex, have taught me more about love than I could ever have imagined was possible. The million glances, kisses, hugs, goodnight tuck-ins…each day there’s another moment that I wish I could just freeze forever. Even the frustrating ones I look back on as being just a part of the beautiful fabric of life. Some times it’s stained (but I won’t go into that aspect of it), but the fabric is being woven into the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. I’m just the loving observer. Heidi is the seamstress who started it all. Her limitless love has nurtured a life for all of us that I am so thankful for. She is the best mother that I could ever have hoped for for my children.
Miles, I hope you realize how lucky you are to be surrounded by so many people that love you. You have earned it by being an amazing, thoughtful, caring and compassionate person. I am so proud to be your father. I am, though ,absolutely scared to death that you will be getting your driving permit in two months!
Happy Birthday little man, I love you!