How do you write about something as important, as big, as the birth of your first child? How should I? Should I give the details of how my wife and I spent yesterday timing and logging each contraction, walking slowly through a park, suspended from the reality we knew before our impending parenthood? Should I try to put in words the pain and pride I felt watching (helping?) my wife go through labor unmedicated, or the joy and love at seeing my son for the first time? I don't think any of these endevours would do justice to the magnitude this day held for me.

So, I give up. I'll just record for posterity that at 3:30 am PST on 23 December 2003 my first son, and now the center of my universe, changed from an idea into a gurgling, pooping, sleeping and amazing little person. I love him.