For some reason, if you Google "Who's Cute," this post comes up first. Which means that if you write Who's Cute on your address bar, it automatically takes you to this post. Not sure how that happened, and it's probably very temporary anyway, but at least it's made me reread that post. A crazy post to reread, by the way.
Written days after my boy was born, it has all the fears of a new father. All the emotion.
And I'm not being cynical about it, don't get me wrong. But things are different this time around. It's not necessarily bad, though. While a first child is a validation of our love and of our commitment and of us looking at each other and thinking that if a child gets the best of both of us, he might just turn out to be kind of cute, with the second child, it's not about us anymore.
And while the picture above shows the man who's turned into a father, the pictures below show a different transformation, as the couple moves back and realize we have turned into a family.
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