Wow – welcome to being old and wrinkly, overweight, and sounding a lot like people from some previous generation. I just blinked my eyes and my squeaky-clean newborn is almost four months old. I can’t believe it. They really do grow up so fast. Multiply that by three and we have a one-year-old. Again by five and he’ll be heading off to kindergarten. I don’t even want to think about anything further than that.
Anyways, I’m having a blast being a father. Rylan is robust enough now that I don’t feel like he’s going to break whenever I pick him up. And he’s a tough kid already. He’ll rival the best of them with his stunning good looks, strength, and that cranium. The kid is already attempting to have intelligent conversations and very clearly picks up on pretty high-level stuff. Nice… He’ll be outsmarting his parents in no time. I can’t wait.
So we’re also in the home stretch of wedding planning. It seems like all the major stuff is organized, planned, and paid for. We’re on to all of the finest details now – which socks will match my outfit, which hairstyle looks right with Tina’s dress, what font to use on place-markers. You know, the types of things that don’t cost much but will make you absolutely daft during contemplation.
I’m more excited than I thought I would be though. Naturally, it is my wedding, and I’m marrying a woman that I love. But more than that, I’m marrying a woman that I like very much. So all modesty out the window and cheers to me. I can’t wait to see a few of you there, and share with you one of the most special nights of my life. And the parties. Oh, the parties. I can’t wait to see a few of you experience how we party in Key Largo. Plan to go home with a belly full of Mahi-mahi, and still swaying from a combination of island lager and time aboard various sea vessels. Don’t plan to go home un-entertained.