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Life throws curves at you, sometimes major. Well, I got one thrown my way 9months and 3weeks ago. That's when I found out that my wife was pregnant. Fast forward to today and here I am with a 3week old son. Lucky for me, he's the cutest baby in the world... no... universe. I think his SBG name will be Poop Machine or Poopster, something like that. He's very good at it. I'm sure that he'll earn a real nick later on in life, but for now, it's something having to do with pooping... a lot.
I've already learned more in the past few weeks than I ever thought possible as life has taken a 180 degree turn on me. It is definitely not about me anymore; it's not even about the wife(as much). I've been put into a supportive role for her more than before. For him? Well, other than the obvious, I'm still figuring it all out. Hopefully the Lord will show me the ways.