February 11, 2013
Owen, Age Five
Before we had Mia, my biggest concern was that I wouldn't love her instantly like you hear all other parents saying they did. When she arrived, I knew that wasn't going to be a concern. I loved her instantly and unconditionally at first sight. With Owen, I was even more confused. I mean, I already had all this love for Mia. How would I share that? How would I not have a favorite? Of course, this also turned out to be a silly concern. I loved him immediately, right there, standing in the OR. It hit me like the bullet from a gun and forced tears to my eyes. I can't really put into words the difference between being a father of one and of two. But it's not what I thought - the dad stuff inside me wasn't split into two. Instead, it doubled. And frankly I never knew I had quite this much space inside.
I wrote that on February 15th, five days after Owen was born. What's wonderful about it isn't the sleep-deprived writing style but the fact that it's still fantastically true...five years later.
I have a really hard time believing that five years have elapsed, especially when I look at this boy who stands in front of me with blond hair and long legs, who wants nothing more than to listen to rock and roll, bounce around the house, and eat meat.
We celebrated yesterday devoting the entire day to doing whatever Owen wanted. It was exhausting but wonderful. Owen remembers absolutely everything (really, it's scary); I hope he'll remember the day he turned five forever just as I'll always remember the day he came into our lives.Posted by Chris at February 11, 2013 7:18 AM