Father of the Bride

Last year I was 27 years old with a wife of 4 years and a one year old daughter.
This year I’m 28 years old with a wife of 5 years, a 2 year old, and another on the way.

Somewhere along the way I became a parent and I’m not exactly sure how it happened. I mean it’s not like I’ve been absent in my family or the upbringing of my daughter. Quite the contrary. Sure my 2 year old says ‘Thank you’ and ‘Please’ and we’re working on ‘Excuse me’ instead of ‘Move!’ I must say however, I’ve taken much joy and pleasure in focusing my attention on having her walk up to adults and administer a judo chop in the back of the knee, or announcing ‘PADOW!’ in showing off her new ballerina slippers, teaching her how to turn on and off my distortion pedal on my pedal board or how to smack a snare drum and let it ring 🙂

Again, I’m 28 so a majority of my friends have all gotten married by now (or swore to stay single forever!) It was the wedding that my wife was in a few weeks ago though where the realization of being a parent truly set in!