The First Letter To Lewis After He Was Born

Friends,

If you’ve had a child you know what it’s like to enter the upside-down world of parenthood. If you haven’t, well, imagine taking sleeping pills or NyQuil, then being awakened after only three hours of sleep, and then being asked to solve the Middle East conflict in your altered state. That’s the state of mind and pressure of parenthood.

In the weeks leading up to and after Lewis being born my world moved at a million miles an hour. I wasn’t calm. I wasn’t relaxed. If you’ve read more than two of these letters you know why – loving someone unconditionally was new to me.

About a week and a half after Lewis was born I sat at my kitchen table while he and his mom slept. I opened my notebook and realized it had been 73 days since I’d written a letter to my son. I stared at the neglected notebook. Every second that ticked by brought a new wave of pressure. This was going to be the very first letter I wrote to Lewis after he was born.

I don’t know if it was from feeling overwhelmed by this new level of love or just from being tired, but I sat at my table and began to cry. After a few minutes I regained my composure, took a deep breath, and then penned the only worlds I could.

These were the first words I wrote to Lewis after he was born:

July 1st, 2013

Dear Lewis,

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you.

I’m sorry I haven’t written you in the last 73 days. A lot has happened, you being born on June 20th at 1:35am being the most important. I’ll fill you in on what you’ve missed by weaving it into the coming entries. While it’s not an acceptable excuse please know I’ve been busy taking care of you and your mom during my hiatus.

If I would have written you’d have heard a lot of funny, moving and heart-felt stories, gotten some advice, and been told several times how important you are to so many people. Maybe it’s for brevity’s sake, maybe it’s laziness. Whatever the reason I want you to know that each of the 73 entries I missed boil down to this:

I love you.

– Dad

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