In about 30 minutes, I should be talking to my son for the first time, ever…he’s 10 years old.
10 years ago I dated a girl during a very low point in my life. This was before my 7 year abstinence and partial cause for it. She got pregnant but I didn’t know until a year later. Making a long story short, she was preparing to marry someone who wanted to adopt the son I didn’t know I had until that point and her family wanted me to stay out of the picture as well. Without getting into details, they moved to Arizona and I let them go.

Now, 10 years later and my sons mother reached out to me on Facebook. After all of the hell I’ve been dealing with in regards to Lacy and her moving the last bit of her stuff out this morning, feeling like not only was my birthday ruined but now Christmas as well, and the greatest gift I could have ever imagined getting pops up out of nowhere. My son…

He’s beautiful! I know, not very manly, but he’s such a great looking young man and apparently he plays several instruments, sings and is a great boy to his mother! (I’m not sure he’s really mine after hearing all that!) haha I’M KIDDING!

So, in the midst of so much drama and frustration, I’m hoping to enjoy the conversation with the person who has always been in my heart and mind but not my life. The boy whom I always hoped would some day see me on television and call me. The boy who has filled many of my nights with dreams of wonder and days with thoughts of hope, and I will be talking to him very soon. I can’t believe it’s happening.

Ladies and Gentleman, I introduce you all to my son, Tyler Jacob.