This month my son celebrates his second birthday and these past two years have flown by. It feels like he was just learning to crawl the other day and now he is running around, crawling into the refrigerator and keeping me up late on some nights.
There are days where I just stare at him when he is destroying the playroom and I wonder to myself "What kind of father am I to him? Am I really getting him prepared for the future?" I guess I will get the answer to these questions as the years progress, but I decided I will write him a letter, just in case he needs direction.