Twenty-four years ago, today, it all became very real. My girlfriend was no longer pregnant. My life would never be the same; in so very many ways. I was now a father. A dad. This was the point at which I decided that it was time to start growing up. And I did, in fits and starts, and with much kicking and screaming. But it has all been worth it.
Happy 24th birthday to you, Tyler.
