This week I am in Phoenix again for business and I feel like a guilty jerk for not being home with Kate. Simple tasks like getting up out of a chair have become hard for her as we are 1 month away from the birth.
Kate is constantly in the back of mind and everything in my body tells me to get home as fast as possible…but alas, I have responsibilities to my company as well. I worry that this birth, as beautiful as it will be, may be the thing that turns Kate and I into more husband and wife, and less best friends. As any newly-wed couple will tell you, the first years are magical…just the 2 of us. What happens when there are 3?
I feel like a kid on Sunday night, begging to stay up late and watch the news with his parents…dreading the impending Monday. But Monday will still come. I’m grasping every opportunity to be with wife 1 on 1. My best friend. My partner in crime. The mother-to-be of my children.
There are many phases of life and they were all scary. Going off to college, getting a job, getting married, having children, and beyond. So far everything I have been afraid of has rewarded me with happiness and prosperity…I know this will too. This birth will bring me closer to my wife because my heart is open and I am an active participant in her life as well as mine. I will learn more about her. I will learn more about myself. I will change…I am becoming a father.