It's pretty well-written, and it tells a very good and necessary story. There's nothing in there that I didn't already know about being a father, but it made me see things clearer.
And now, a bit about me:
I am a Dad, and it's the single greatest job in the history of humanity. I love every minute with Eva. She's the light that guides me, in every possible sense. She was the piece that made me whole. I can't come up with enough superlatives to describe how much better she's made my life, and she can't even say my name yet.
Don't get me wrong, I love my wife-to-be very much, and it's a kind of love that is based on admiration, trust, and a lifetime of proof that I will never find a more compatible soul. She's my support group, my bodyguard, my conscience, and my best friend, all in one. But with Eva, it's different.
There was no period of adjustment, no gaining of trust. It just was. I am her hero. And it's unconditional.
That's an awesome responsibility. Huge. (HuMANgus, in Bryzgalov-Speak). I struggle with the pressure of it often. Not with doing it, that part is easy. But I allow myself exactly zero margin of error, and that's not easy. I work hard, and I try my best though, and I keep the pressure at bay most of the time. Sometimes I get down on myself for not being perfect every minute, because the stakes are so high. But then I take a step back, breathe, and remember I'm human.
I feel like I'm a good father. I know Laura's a great mom (not only is she great, but she makes it look easy most of the time), and I see Eva growing every day, physically and emotionally. It's like there's a brilliant light around her, and it makes everything else better just for coming in contact with her. Strangers can't help but smile when they pass her in a public place.
That's the key, ultimately. She's a happy girl, and that's how people know her. Her smile comes easy, and it fills a room. I know I'm doing more good than bad, because that light keeps growing.
I had more to say, but I really like that line, so I'm going to stop rambling. But I promise to start again soon enough.
Soundtrack: Daughter's Father by Gord Bamford.
A little hokey, but a perfect fit.
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