This past weekend we had a birthday party. Today I will post pictures from the initial birth that spawned that party.
This was the second time I became a father, my first — and only — son. We could have asked to know the gender before he was born, but we chose to be surprised. So it was then that I first knew I had a son.
I think about my dad, and thought about him then. He had raised both my brother and me to be ourselves, not to be him. I realized how much of him he had given me, by not trying to make me in his image, and hoped then, and hope now, that I am giving that same gift to my son, who is now a young man — a young man that I have heard girls call “the man with the luscious hair”.
From the looks of these pictures, he had enough hair back then too.
He certainly has grown since then.
At The Rainbow 