This is your dad. I am 29 years old, it's about a week after you were born, and we've just had your bris. On the way here your mum asked me to sum up how I feel in five words, and my answer was "we're supposed to protect you."
We are good people, your mother and I. Different - very different- but good. Your mum is a magical, extraordinary person, and I thank my lucky stars every day that I found her.
So here begins the rest of your life. I hope one day you're a dad so you can feel the absolute joy of holding your child in your arms.
Happy birthday.
