Crazy Proud

I know I come off as an arrogant guy sometimes. (Often it's not an act, if I'm entirely truthful about the battle that rages within.) But, when you have a baby it goes to a whole new level. Several weeks ago, I was playing it cool. This was going to be our third child. We've "been there and done that." But then a switch flipped, Jaxon was born and I found myself driving him and Jennifer home from the hospital and wanting to roll down my window at every stoplight and tell complete strangers that I was transporting my newborn baby home. I'm hopeless. It's probably a good thing that we didn't have a baby girl. I'm not sure that I would have been a very good dad to a girl -- I would have been complete mush. Jennifer and I had really hoped for a girl. And, truth be told, we've struggled with dissapointment ever since we found out that our baby would be a "he." A couple weeks ago we wewre talking about our nervousness about assimilating this new little guy into our family and how we were both a little scared that we would never love him like his brothers. And then he was born and it took like 2 seconds for my heart to overflow with love for this little creature (with big hands). Okay, I know that most of you that read this don't have kids and think that I've gone right off the deep end, so all that I will say to you is, "just wait."