My daughter Evelyn was born on June 23. She's nearly two weeks old. The hours race by (except when they crawl) and the days all blend together.
Today, my father and my daughter met for the first time. My father was not a big part of my life when I was growing up. My parents divorced when I was young. The situation was complicated, and neither he nor I made a big attempt to stay in touch as I grew up.
New lives come into the world, and old lives are thrown into disarray. My Dad and I have a lot of catching up to do.
I hope he makes an excellent grandfather.
And I hope I make an excellent father.