4/11/21
Dear Atlas,
It’s me, your Dad.
At this point, you’ll be here anytime now. One app says you’ll be here in a week. Another doctor says you’ll be here in two or three. This is one of those scenarios when only time will tell.
The year leading up to your birth has been a roller coaster. Truth be told, it’s one of those stories I wish didn’t have to be yours: fighting, anger, hatred, fear, and separation. All the pillars of Hell, from what I’ve seen.
As one of your parents, I sincerely hope your Mom and I figure things out. I can’t imagine our family being separated and depriving ourselves of the beautiful thing that makes life rich: the memories we make with the people we love most.
We’re doing our best, Atlas. I can sincerely say that about both your Mom and myself. I don’t always like to give her credit for trying. However, I can tell she wants to do the right thing by all of us.
I keep dreaming about you, Atlas. Dreaming of memories we’ve yet to experience together.
I’ve seen you walk, smile, laugh, and dance. I’ve heard your cry, cleaned your throw-up, and changed your diapers.
I love you already. I love you for always.
Dad
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