papa

I want to be a dad, a father, a husband - not in a desperate, my life is over if it never happens kind of way. But I know it's in me to be one - it's a very real part of who I am. I would still live a full and contented life if I never marry, never have children, never start a family - there would just be less people that I spend those precious moments every day with . . .

Now, perhaps you ARE married, and HAVE kids, and you're reading this thinking - you know what, Greg, single life is lookign kinda good right now : you get all that time to yourself, you don't have to worry about feeding other mouths, you don't wake up in the middle of the night because your kids are crying, you don't have to be a peacekeeper / referee / judge and jury / chef / lover / confidant / locked-in-a-death-grip-for-blanket-supremacy every night.

And while it's true that there are things I enjoy a lot about being single (the eating schedule is nice and flexible, and I don't wait for the shower at all), I also blog a lot more. Right now, in my little basement suite, there's just me.

Now, despite how lonely that sounds, (and pathetic . . . yeesh), I'm not really lonely. Just anticipating, looking forward to with expectancy. I can't wait to be a dad - I'm going to, no worries.

Sometimes something as simple as an Office episode can unleash something from deep within us.