What my Son means to me...

I wrote this Dec 12, 2012 as I struggled to find the meaning behind being a Father and what my son means to me... 

You make life meaningful. Seeing the world through your eyes makes all my pain, all my madness, and all that I'm not and won't ever be okay. You make the miniscule enormous. You make me feel crazy because you're driven by the beat of a drum that is learning to fall into the rhythm of life. Your rhythm will take years and years to fall close to mine. Your rhythm, as it grows, will make the music that drives my heart more interesting, meaningful, beautiful, and make me march more on time. Your rhythm keeps me in line. Your rhythm saves my life every day.