Subject to Change

When Kelly told me she was pregnant, it took me maybe all of five seconds to decide I was ready to be a father.

It’s hard to say who’s happier about it, though, me or my dad. You should see him when he comes over. The first thing he does is listen to hear if Cole is laughing or crying. Then he’ll bee-line for the baby.

I don’t remember him being so enthusiastic about us three boys. My youngest brother is seven years behind me, and I remember a lot about growing up with him. That’s part of what prepared me for Cole. I was involved, just a little, when my brother was a baby. My mom talked to us about diaper changes, circumcision, and everything else. Most of the memories I have of those years involve my mom. I’m sure that’s because my dad was working during the day. I just don’t remember him playing with my brothers the way he plays with Cole. When Kelly stopped working and taking Cole to visit them every Wednesday, my parents called and my dad and all but begged me to have Kelly bring Cole over anyway. I could tell that he looked forward to spending time with his grandson.

I’ve missed too many opportunities to tell my mom and dad that I think they were good parents. Now, I’ve got to tell them that they’re going to be awesome grandparents.