While your mother has spent an awful lot of time telling you about your cats and your cousins, there doesn't appear to be a lot of information here about me. I guess that's because I'm supposed to write that part. But I need to apologize in advance, though, baby, because I'm terrible at writing. I don't mean the actual mechanics of it. I'm passable there at least. I mean the actual process of sitting down and putting words into a box at any kind of regular interval. This won't mean anything to you by the time you're old enough to care about this, because by then you'll be zipping around in your flying car (wearing your forcefield restraint, of course) and sending brain-mails to your friends. Your dad doesn't have this luxury and I have to type my words on an old-fashioned computer just like the pilgrims and Jane Austen did.
First off, let me say this: I'm very excited to meet you. I realize that might go without saying, but I felt the need to get it out there. Your mom bought me a book called I Can't Wait to Meet My Daddy, and while it's absolutely the stupidest thing I've ever read, I cry every single time I read it. I'm tearing up right now just THINKING about it. Seriously, Baby, one day you're going to read this, and read that book, and think, "My dad was a total pansy." I don't really have any excuse. Just remember that it was your fault, because I used to be really manly and could probably fix a carburetor or something. (You don't know what that is, because flying cars don't have them. That's okay. Between you and me, I don't know what that is, either.)
There are a million things I want to tell you, but the most important part of the story is this: Your mother and I love each other more than I ever knew it was possible to love another person. I think too many kids have to wonder that about their parents. I hope you won't ever wonder that. I hope it will always be obvious. But I wanted you to know for sure. But as much as we love each other, I know that we already love you just as much, and we'll love your brother or sister, too. And if your mother gets her way, we'll love the third one, too.
I think love is a good place to start.
(Note to self: If/when Baby #3 is born, edit this post to make it look like the whole thing was my idea from the start. At least before Baby #3 learns how to read. Or if editing seems like too much work, make sure Baby #3 never learns to read.)