There is nothing more beautiful than those tiny hands and feet of yours, and nothing more reassuring than the confused look in your wide eyes!
We talk among ourselves. You know we do – your mother, you and I. There is so much to talk about. You have your own stories of the cozy world you had been a part of for nine months – how it was perfectly warm and no bell had to be sounded when you needed food, and how, fairly often, the whole world shook hysterically (actually, that was your mom laughing at my silly jokes!). We have stories of our world – the world that we three will now share with so many others. Our world has a lot more stories - a lot more complex and a lot more confusing stories. There are stories about our past, and about our dreams. Stories about family, society, languages, cultures, love, wars, evolution, creation ……….. and things beyond. We will flip through the pages together.
I had always thought I would teach you the right things; show you the right way. How I would love to guide you to the truth! And write stories on my own for you to get to know the world.
Now, as you came into this world, so did I. And it’s a sweet paradox out here – where life must feed on death and vision is but blind faith. Right and wrong are but mirage of the same fallacious truth!
What was the path I took to this bliss - an undreamably beautiful wife, the cutest little baby boy, the most caring parents and relatives, and the very best of friends? I wish I knew. I cannot promise you any answer, but you can take my word for it that I will be with you, whatever path we all choose to tread on. We will explore it together. As we float in this infinite expanse of nowhere and nothing, you will always be anchored to us.
As you came to our world, I am born. As a father.