..it is. Good.
I don’t have anything profound to say on the matter. Babies happen every day, in every part of the world, rich and poor, black and white, communist or democratic – this baby just happens to be mine though.
Well, mine and his mothers… of course.
The fact that he was due on my 40th birthday but decided he didn’t care to share with me and came on the 14th is icing on the tip of a nose. I don’t know that milestones in life happen together. Turning 40 and having a child, seems kind of a big milestone when you set them together. Then again, it’s just another day in 7 billion other people’s lives.
Yet his dark blue eyes with a hint a brown as they stare up at the ceiling wondering what it is, tells me that life is good. 40 or not. Ready or not.
Life is good.
Now if I just had some chickens, life might be perfect, but hey, you can’t ask for everything….