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Dear Son, The Beginning


So I decided to start this series because after all, this blog has chronicled my life and my thoughts since I was sixteen years old. And while that is amazing to think about - almost, somewhat crazy to believe - here I am almost seventeen years later as a thirty-two year old man on the verge of having his first child. 

With that said, I wanted to continue that open and honest venture that has been here since day one, and plan to lay out all the thoughts, all of the feelings, and everything in between that will be this venture towards fatherhood. 

I've done similar series in the past such as The Unity Road Writings during my engagement, or even The European Chronicles, tabbing my time through Italy and England. But, this one just feels a little different. A little more personal, if you will, and again, that is rather obvious. [Insert "duh" here].

I have no idea how long this will last, or what will happen, or what I will write about in this open space, but I hope to share my thoughts, my fears, my hopes, my prayers, and most importantly, an open letter to my (yet to be born) son, and everything thereafter.

I just hope he can one day pull up this little slice of the internet to see just that - the truth. 

With all of that said, I'm looking forward to it all. And I'm very much looking forward to your feedback as well on this new journey of mine.

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- 21 Weeks Old (Before Birth) 

Dear Son,

We announced your arrival to everyone today in the form of an Instagram and Facebook post (Hopefully, these are still around) - it's already been interesting. And yet, this is JUST the beginning.

Sincerely,

Your soon-to-be Dad
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