To Brantley

Hey Son,

    I know you won’t be able to read this for a long time, and this blog may have gone to the land of wind and ghosts before then, but I just felt like I needed to tell you some things.  Right now this is the best way I have to do it.

    I have never been as excited about anything as I am about you.  You are supposed to get here on May 1st, and it cannot get here soon enough.  At the same time I am so nervous, because I feel completely unqualified to raise a child.  I guess everyone feels like that when they have their first kid, and I just have to keep telling myself that people do this all the time.  There is so much I don’t know yet.  Guess I better learn quick.  Sorry you are going to be the guinea pig.
   
    I pray I can do as good a job raising you as your grandparents did raising me.  I pray I can give you everything you need, and that I don’t give you everything you want (just almost everything).  I pray that you will be healthy and happy and that you will always think I am the best Dad in the world.  I can’t wait to teach you how to ride a bike, how to throw a football, how to swim, and so many other things.  I can’t wait to read my favorite books with you.  I can’t wait to take you camping, to the zoo, and especially to take you to your first Alabama game.  I can’t wait to see you experience everything for the first time.

But mostly, I cannot wait to see you with my own eyes.

I love you,
Daddy