But here, in the dark, on the brink of Easter morning, I felt something new: not just love for my son, but pride in the person I was becoming because of him. That’s the quiet miracle of fatherhood. It’s not about shaping a child. It’s about being reshaped. Back to 6:47 AM.
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I didn’t blame him. Men of his generation weren’t given the update. They shipped with bugs we’re still debugging. proud father v0 13 0 easter westy
But this Easter, in this small house in West Yorkshire, with a sleeping boy and a squashed Peep on the carpet, I felt something close to completeness. But here, in the dark, on the brink