Our little boy turned one year old earlier this month. And even though that night in the hospital feels so much more than a year ago, I’ll never forget that moment of elation when we first met. “It’s a boy!” I’ve never been more in love with Helen, and more in awe of and overjoyed by the miracle of birth. But mixed in with that joy was nervousness as the immense weight of fatherhood settled in. My life was not just “my life” anymore, it was forever connected to his, and this brought along a sense and depth of love I’ve never experienced before. Over the next twelve months this guy pushed and challenged me like nothing else in my life, but his innocent wonder, his smiles and laughs, and his reliance on me only deepened our connection and my personal transformation. As a result, this has been the most difficult, but also love-filled period of my life! With the invaluable help of two loving grandmas, Helen and I somehow made it through a year, just taking it one night at a time. But as every parent knows, it’s not like we made it to the finish line. There is none 😅 So it continues. But if this single year could have this much impact on me, I can’t wait to experience what lies ahead. I’ve got so much to show this little guy, and I know he’s got a lot to show me too. Thank you, my son, for you turned me into a father, and us into a family.