Forgive the blatant self-centeredness of this re-blog from my daughter, Taylor. On this Father’s Day weekend, I feel so very honored.
There is this cassette tape I have. If you listen to this cassette tape you will hear a recording of my birth.
If you’re wondering…yes, it does feel strange to listen to labor.
But I get over the strangeness quickly when I hear a voice say, “Hi Taylor. Hi little girl. I’m your Dad.”
I am listening to my dad speak his first words to me. We’re making introductions. My mind is blown as I imagine this; this moment before all the moments to come. In this moment the only thing my dad knows about me is that I’m 7 lbs, 8 oz. and 21 inches long. The only thing I know about him is the sound of his voice…a voice I will grow to recognize instantly; a voice that I will always love to hear.
In my tiniest form I am not yet aware that-
This is the voice that will…
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