Dear Lynch

Watching you become a father has been an extraordinary experience. Watching you care for and nurture our son does something to my insides that can only be described as a slow melt, or a languid liquify. It turns me in to a puddle of mushy love for the two men in my life, the small and the tall.

When I found out that we were having a son I thought our little boy would be exactly like you. I imagined deep brown eyes, olive skin and dark hair.  I also assumed that our son would inherit your strong and silent disposition. When Jack was laid on my chest the first things that I noticed were his surprisingly white lashes fluttering on his bright pink cheeks and little tufts of strawberry blonde hair.

You have commented that you think Jack is just like me, and I do see traces of myself in him. This bodes very well for Jack, because you understand me and complement me so well. It brings tears to my eyes to know that you will be able to do this and be this for our son. I am sure that no mater who or what Jack grows to be you will be an excellent Father. But it is already evident that Jacks active and intense nature draws strength from your reservoirs of patience, love and focus, as mine does. Happy 1st Fathers day my love.