It is 1:52am. I just spent the last 25 minutes being awoken by a crying baby, making a bottle for her, changing her diaper, feeding her, rocking her, cuddling her, and finally putting her back to sleep in her crib.
You know what? I couldn’t be happier this Father’s Day, not even at 1:52am, because I get to be among those celebrated today, because my beautiful daughter Julia is here.
I am a father. Interrupted sleep from time to time is nothing compared to that.