Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down and I’d like to take a minute just sit right there… And I’ll tell you how I became a dad in a town called Midvale.
It was a nice and pretty regular morning at the beginning of 2016. It was a Saturday morning. And I, of course, was sleeping in. When I woke up, I had plans of catching a Premier League match on T.V. and having a huge bowl (or two) of frosted wheaties.
Low and behold, fate had other plans. As it usually does.
*Rewind 3-4 months*
Melanie: “Hey hun, I think we should start making plans for building our family! What do you think?”
Andrew: “I think that’s a great idea.” (whilst finishing up some homework for his business degree)
*Fast Forward back to the Present Day*
You see, my wife, on this lovely Saturday morning, had been awake since 5:30 or 6am full of anticipation. She had just done “the test” and had “the news.” And me, in total pre-dad fashion and in all my glory, was still asleep come 9:30am.
I had just barely opened my sleepy eyes from my enchanting dreams of adventure when, all of a sudden, a FedEx bag was thrown onto my lap.
My wife said ecstatically, “I forgot one of your Christmas presents! Open it, Open it, Open it!!”
(Side Note: I’m Santa’s #1 Fan. So Christmas round 2 was pretty exciting.)
So, with all my “just woke up and super awake” human strength I tore open the bag to find…
“Huh?” I said.
“You’re gonna be a dad!” She said.
“I’m gonna be a WHAT!?” I said.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BUDDY! I WAS GONNA BE A DAD!