To my beautiful daughter:
We were on a roll. You were born on the 30th Anniversary of the release of Murmur. Our first date was watching It Happened One Night together while your mother slept. For the first 72 hours of your life, you stuck to my very cliche but extremely heart-felt policy of not dating anyone (men, women or most importantly hipsters). We even put an end to a nasty White Sox losing streak by combining our hopes and dreams into an unstoppable force that your mother's hometown Cleveland Indians could not overcome!
Yep, we were really on a roll. And now, just as you turn three days old, a bomb goes off in Boston. I thought I was going to be able to hide the ugly reality of the world from you. But for purposes of full disclosure, you might as well know: we're a very misguided and aggressive people. We'd rather be right and dead than alive and compromising. And the saddest part is that there's not a single one of us that is actually right.
So the merriment is over. But please let me not leave you all depressed as you nibble on your pacifier and bat at pendulous, bizarre zoo animals in your crib. For what it's worth, I live for the singular purpose of making this world a better place for you, your brother and your mother. And always remember, this world got better, not worse, the day you arrived in it.
Love,
Your Dad
P.S. This is NOT a baby blog (or "blah-g", as your brother's godmother Rose would say). Now please resume not dating men, women or hipsters of any sort.
We were on a roll. You were born on the 30th Anniversary of the release of Murmur. Our first date was watching It Happened One Night together while your mother slept. For the first 72 hours of your life, you stuck to my very cliche but extremely heart-felt policy of not dating anyone (men, women or most importantly hipsters). We even put an end to a nasty White Sox losing streak by combining our hopes and dreams into an unstoppable force that your mother's hometown Cleveland Indians could not overcome!
Yep, we were really on a roll. And now, just as you turn three days old, a bomb goes off in Boston. I thought I was going to be able to hide the ugly reality of the world from you. But for purposes of full disclosure, you might as well know: we're a very misguided and aggressive people. We'd rather be right and dead than alive and compromising. And the saddest part is that there's not a single one of us that is actually right.
So the merriment is over. But please let me not leave you all depressed as you nibble on your pacifier and bat at pendulous, bizarre zoo animals in your crib. For what it's worth, I live for the singular purpose of making this world a better place for you, your brother and your mother. And always remember, this world got better, not worse, the day you arrived in it.
Love,
Your Dad
P.S. This is NOT a baby blog (or "blah-g", as your brother's godmother Rose would say). Now please resume not dating men, women or hipsters of any sort.