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Blast From the Past: My first attempt at a blog 01/16/2004

Here is the first, and maybe the only entry in this baby journal.  I don’t keep up with things like this, but I hope to.  My wife and I had a baby boy, not one week ago and I want to record a few of the many thoughts, feelings, and actions going on at our house.  Alexander Dale was 7lbs 13oz when he was born.  Watching him come into the world was the greatest miracle I have ever witnessed.  He is everything I could have hoped for and more. 

I know it’s only been a few days and everyone is telling me that I am going to be exhausted in a month – they are probably right, but right now, I’m excited and proud.  Today is the last day I don’t have to go to work.  Monday I go back to life as though nothing is different.  When my mother died, I felt like the whole world had stopped and going back to work was hard.  It was weird to watch everyone going about life as though nothing had happened.  I am having the same emotions now, but for a much more joyous occasion. 

I’ve changed my first diaper, been spit up on, been pee’d at, gotten less then four hours of sleep a day for almost a week now, and yet, I have learned that there is a love greater than I have ever experienced before.  I love God and His love for me is the greatest love I have ever received – I love Zander and My love for him is the greatest I have ever given.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife more than any other human on the planet, but she earns my love everyday.  She puts up with my shortcomings, and picks up after me when I am a slob even though she doesn’t have to and probably shouldn’t.  She does my laundry (mostly for fear that I will ruin my clothes if I do it myself) and she was there when my mother died, she was there when I couldn’t pay my bills, and still found the time to look for my keys when I lost them in my coat pocket.  She earns my love everyday.  But Zander… All he does is sleep, eat, make dirty diapers, and cry just as I started to fall asleep at three in the morning.  Yet, I love him.  I love him with more love than I thought I had in me.  I can’t help myself.  Its as though God is loving Alexander Dale, through me. 

Well, if that is the case, its OK with me.  Until next time…