My son Matthew was born.
My wife woke me around 6am with the news that she thought he was on his way. A semi panicked call to the hospital ensued as it seemed as though the contractions were hitting pretty rapidly. My parents rushed over to take Karen and an hour or so later we were checked in at the hospital. Just a few hours later I would meet the boy who would make the biggest impact on my life that anyone has or will ever, make.
The following are a few pictures of my boy through the years, in no specific order. Well, not after the first few anyway.
Happy Birthday Matthew.
I love you,
Dada
