As most of you know, I’ve been dating for quite a while now. Just over eight months, to be precise. We’ve had our ups and downs, and we’ve helped each other progress through a lot of our emotional baggage, and I’ve explored this whole new dimension of emotion – the Fatherhood Zone. Her two kids, Hunter and Aidan, are pretty much awesomesauce, except, of course, when they’re not. Heh.

Okay, yes, I lifted that word from Wil Wheaton. *sigh*

I am in love with this woman, and I love her kids. They have made me a part of their family, fully and truly. Hell, I’m carrying around pictures of children in my wallet. Something changed for me on Father’s Day. Rather, something changed -in- me. Something clicked. And I’m glad that it did.

What the crap am I rambling about? Okay, fine, I’ll try to be succinct. (FAIL!)

If we can find a place in time, she and I and her children will be moving in together next month. My apartment complex apparently has a deluge of requests for apartments, and they’re practically booting me out the door. If not, it’ll be early November.

Secondly, and more importantly, when it comes to the 24/7 glowing and smiling that I’ve been doing, I’m going to be a father. She is in the family way, as they used to say (probably in the times of the Scarlet Letter, but I always liked that phrase). As far as we can tell, in about eight months from now, I’ll be distributing George Burns sticks of doom to many people. :)!