You exist.

Here’s how it happened:

Unable to wait another day, your mother went to the bathroom this morning and peed on a stick.

I waited in the bedroom, petting Kaleigh and watching the news. Rotten Hillary Clinton was claiming that the Florida delegates should be seated at the convention, regardless of the pledge that she signed in January.  

I’ll explain this to you when you’re older.   

A minute later your mom walked into the bedroom, beaming like never before and flashing me a thumbs up. Two tiny pink lines had appeared on a piece of plastic, changing our lives forever.  

How’s that for a declaration of existence. A pee-stained piece of plastic trumpeting two tiny lines.

We embraced, kissed a bunch, and then your mom said that she wanted to call your Aunt Emily with the news.  

Aunt Emily wasn’t answering her phone, the first time in the twenty-first century that this has happened, so I left for work with a skip in my step and a smile on my face.

I am going to be a Daddy.