Mike Stopforth

Four years doesn’t feel like a long time. But my goodness, a lot can happen in four years.

3 years and 10 months ago my son Ethan was born. It was a big day. I know that’s a cliched thing to say – but there’s just something earth-shatteringly amazing about experiencing the birth of one’s child, no matter what your religious orientation or philosophical leaning, that takes some topping.

Today Wendy and I found out our second child, the sex of which we’ve chosen not to know, will be born a week from now, on 10 December. Exciting, scary stuff

Point is, driving home from the gynae I was trying to remember what I had written on my blog/s, Facebook profile and Twitter account when Ethan was born. And then I realised, coupled immediately with a sense of stupidity and disbelief, that I had never heard of a blog, wouldn’t have known how to register an account on a social network and that Twitter didn’t exist when Ethan joined the world, 4 short years ago.

In fact I started to recall distant memories of asking my boss for three day’s paternity leave, and bringing back photos of my newborn baby boy and his beautiful mom to the office to brag to my colleagues. I remember setting the best of them in a frame on my desk – the desk where I had a worn-out piston as a business card holder

How I got here goodness knows, but I’m grateful, proud and humbled all at once. I know I’ve said it before but it’s been an awesome ride!

Here’s to the next 4… Hold thumbs for us on the 10th and, well, expect pics on Facebook, Flickr, here, there, everywhere…

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