After 22 months, there are still days that I just don't think that I'm cut out to be a dad.

Then there are the other kind of days when I burst with pride at her wisdom, laugh myself to tears at her wit and hope beyond hope that she will be a woman that listens to and openly love the people around her.

Those second kind of days happen more and more often lately.


I wrote that nearly two years ago and it's still true. As I work to update the site for the book launch, we are expecting our second child in April. Between the book and the new baby, I am reminded all over again how little I know. This adventure of fatherhood is unlike anything else I've ever experience. I've learned more about myself than I could have ever hoped for and I'm eternally grateful for that.