I still don’t think I’ve fully grasped the fact that you are here – a little human that has changed one of my oldest and closest friends’ name to “Dad”. Karen and Gabe love you so incredibly much, and I can’t begin to tell you how blessed you are to belong to them. I have zero doubt that when you are old enough to articulate it, you will agree with me. Your mom will always show you care and compassion. Your dad will always have silly dance moves and bad jokes, but you’ll laugh anyway.
I came to see you in the hospital after you were born and you slept in my arms for about a half hour before it was time for you to eat. How surreal to hold you when I still feel like we are all still kids ourselves. I watched Gabe and Karen hold you, stare at you, laugh at your perpetually angry face, and be parents for the first time. They’re killing it so far, by the way. I expect they will continue to.
You will have so many people, more than you know, who will be caring and praying for you as you grow – so many people who love you, and I want you to know I am one of them. I can’t wait to see who you become. I must say, you’re pulling from a pretty awesome gene pool. If you’re anything like your parents, I think you’ll be just fine.
Welcome to the world, Noah Michael.