On Saturday, my daughter Emily was born. It was surreal. One moment I was sitting there, the next I was staring down at this helpless little creature with chestnut hair and deep blue eyes.
If I am honest I wondered how my wife and I were going to get through another baby. Not that we don’t love them, we absolutely do, but four is a high number. The responsibility, the balancing of time between kids, money. Oh yes. Money.
I decided I should take a step back from my writing to make room for Emily and the morsels of sleep I’ll need.
But then I changed my mind.
My children are getting older and they watch me closer than ever before. How I love their mother, the jokes I tell, the way I treat an inexperienced waiter, how patient I am in traffic. But also what I love and the passions I chase.
So I am going to keep writing because I love them. I will keep planning and dreaming and taking action because they are watching me and I want to be a good example.