I'm a pretty good communicator.
In high school, I got a perfect 5 on my AP English writing test. My SAT verbal scores were higher than my SAT math scores, and I'm an engineer. When I asked a college professor to write a letter of recommendation, he said that in 25 years of teaching, I was in the top 5% all the students he'd ever seen when it came to public speaking. I've written letters that have mended bridges with family members and I've preached sermons that have moved people to tears.
Why do I say all that? To toot my own horn? Nah... that's kinda pointless now. I said it as a statement of my credentials as a communicator.
I was in the room when Tyler was born. I held Mandy's hand when we saw him for the first time. If anyone should be able to write about it, it should be me.
But, there just aren't words. There is no way I can ever fully give voice to the thoughts and feelings that went through me as my son was born or that are still in my now. I've got a pretty good grasp of the English language, and as far as I know, English just doesn't hack it.
But, this is a blog... all I have are words. So... I'll give it a shot. We'll go in chronological order, to the best of my sleep-deprived memory.
