Those you who have been following along know by now that I am going to be a father very soon. I know, I can’t believe it either. Old Losifer is going to be a daddy.

When I was in junior high and high school I dreamed about meeting the woman of dreams, having three kids together, and living the perfect life. Nice neighborhood. Beautiful home. White picket fence. Family dog.

My dreams have basically come true. How often does that happen? I wake up every day knowing that I am one of the luckiest people alive.

Being a father is the ultimate prize and something I never thought would happen – no matter how much I dreamed about it. Being half loser/half devil I never drew much interest from the opposite sex. I stutter and stammer when I try talk on good days. Just thinking about approaching a female made me want to crawl into hole and never come back out.

By the time I graduated college and got my first job, I figured I was destined for a life of being single. That made me sad. I was depressed a lot. I yearned for a partner in life.

That’s when I met Gabrielle. I was smitten by her beautiful smile. It roped me in and didn’t let me go. It was so inviting that even I had to act. I picked myself up out of the hole and asked her on a date. The rest of is history. Our first child will be here soon.

I hope I’m a good father. I hope I’m patient. I hope I don’t yell. I hate that I often feel tense. I hope that I can relax and enjoy our child.

I know being a parent is a lot of work. That being said, I imagine it will be even more that what I expect. That scares me a little. Life as we know it is changing fast, but I know it is for the best.

Gabrielle will be the best mother. She is orderly, organized, perseverant, compassionate, and loving. She will be a super role model for our son. Like I am lucky to have her in my life, so too will he.

I give a lot of credit for Gabrielle for being so tough during her pregnancy. She seldom complains and has continued to remain the rock of her household. I hope she knows how much I appreciate her tireless demeanor in cooking dinner, doing the laundry, cleaning, washing the dishes, taking out the garbage, making our bed, and doing all the other things that she does. I wish she would rest more. I know that I should do more to make that happen.

Thanks again Gabrielle. For being my best friend. My wife. My support. My everything. I love you very much. I know that you will be the best mom ever, and that you will help me be the best dad I can be. Knowing this lessens my fears of becoming a father. I know that together we can do anything – even being great parents.