I fell in love for the second time some five months ago. Oddly enough, it was with just a hand. Four small fingers and one small thumb that I was certain were waving at me on the sonogram machine screen.
Ever since it has been nothing but expectation, making sure my wife was eating enough, and wondering what my daughter would look like, be like, feel like, and sound like once she chose to enter this world.
I did a lot of praying over these nine months, because this is our first, and we’re not spring chickens anymore, and everyone seems to have a story about the worst possible thing happening at the most unexpected time.
I don’t know why people share these stories. All the stories do is frustrate, anger, and to be perfectly honest, makes you want to put a piece of tape over their mouth and with as much gentleness as you can muster tell them to shut up.
My daughter decided to be fashionably late, another reason for sleepless nights and wondering if everything would be well, and rather than arriving on the 6th of June, Victoria Belle Boldea came screaming into the world on Thursday, June 12, at 2:58pm. Seven pounds four ounces, twenty inches, and to me, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Ten fingers, ten toes, two eyes, two ears, nose, mouth, lips, tongue, and even hair, all where they were supposed to be, all within perfectly normal parameters.
At first sight I knew I would love her for the rest of my days. At first sight I knew I would do my utmost to protect her, provide for her, and be there for her whenever she needed me.
I’m a dad! As such, from one dad to all the other dads, happy father’s day!
Now I understand.
Pictures are forthcoming. Thank you all for your prayers.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.