Hope

I haven’t posted at all recently, and really want to start again.

Over the past many months I am dealing with the change in mind set that comes from finding out I will soon be a pappa-

I hope to be a good one, I hope to be there for my baby, I hope that he will not grow to hate me, I hope that we can all grow as a family, I hope that he will be proud of me, I hope that….

I hope- I hope that we will all survive through this crazy mixed up horrible world that we have to muddle through each and every day and I hope that when he is 43 he looks back and has happy memories of his pop like I do of mine.

I hope he looks back and laughs and smiles and cries and loves and ……I hope he hopes.