And it Begins

After spending several hours at work, earning a little overtime, I returned to my happy home.  The dog was running amok and my girlfriend was looking as lovely and radiant as ever.  As I placed my stuff down and looked around I noticed a wrapped present and a card on the table.  I wondered what event I forgot about that required a gift and card, so I asked her what it was.  She smiled and said she got me a present.  Trying to remain stoic and manly I giggled gently and ignored the colorful piece of striped tissue paper, that I just now realized was balled up instead of carefully wrapped, and instead picked up the card to read first.  As I opened the envelope I became highly confused as to the picture of baby feet on the cover.  Flipping the card open I noticed she had written all over the card, but in my confused state I had no idea what the words meant.  It was almost as if I was staring at a stone of Sanskrit with no knowledge of the Rosetta Stone.  I glanced at my beautiful girlfriend, then back to the card, then back to my girlfriend.  At this point I noticed she was crying. I looked at the card one final time and was finally able to read the final written word, "Daddy."

This is the story of how I found out I was going to be a father, luckily, with the most wonderful woman in the world being the mother.  It was a Thursday in April and the journey began...