Z,
It is amazing that we are almost there. There is only a few weeks before
you wriggle your way into life and have that first taste of addictive oxygen. I
have no clever story, no foreboding, and no old tales about who you will be. You
are a genuine original, even in my mind. Your siblings, the earlier ones,
always had a place in my mind. I have nothing on you. This is not a bad thing. It
is a great thing, if you let it.
You are as foreign to me as the original Z must have been to Moses, but
that did not hinder the love. It will mean nothing to this love. We will
discover each other like pilgrims on new ground. You just came from heaven and I
am trying to get back there. We will meet in the middle of our journeys to
eternity.
I am excited by the idea. I am excited by the coming reality. I am
pleased you are almost here. I cannot wait to meet you. There is this light in every
single child I have seen. My job as one of your parents, will be to keep it on
and pointed in the right direction: the world in need. Yet, before all that
stuff, there is all this fun to be had. Let’s keep the peace and love each
other with tenderness. I am already an old man. Take it easy on Pop.