They were mine to protect, to love, to shield, to shelter. It was a frightening and sobering thought and yet it filled me with such strength, a different kind of strength; an inhuman strength that made me feel like I could move mountains.
They were both so perfect, my wife and child. An unexpected gift that I will never stop being grateful for. I held his little fingers on one of mine and smiled down at his questioning look. Already giving me s**t, just like his mother.
"Hey buddy, sorry, didn't mean to disturb you." He went back to eating and wrapped his little fingers around mine and I felt that s**t in my heart. "He has a nice strong grip look at that; he knows I'm his daddy."
He should! She'd had me talking to him while she was carrying him because we'd read in one of the million bo
