Dear Junebug,

First of all, I just want to say how excited I am to meet you and how much I love you. I never met you, but I’m already certain that I love you. Unless you’re a serial killer or a Scientologist. Just kidding, I still love you . . . but I’d be asking some questions. 

This blog is for you. But it is also for me. I’m going to write things for you, someday, to read. And the things you will read now are things I want to say now to future you.

That said, if I am not around or if you happen to meet these people before I do, please convey my apologies to the Letters to Junebug blog people. Your in utero name just happened to be Junebug, and we don’t know what your real name is going to be yet, so for now you are named after a giant, creepy insect. But rest assured, we (your mother and I) are certain that you are a lovely, wonderful person. Even though, as I’ve said already, we haven’t even met yet. 

I guess everyone deals with the news that they are going to be a dad differently. Some people take it in stride, while others freak out. Some run away, while others run to the “Babies” section at Barnes and Noble (what we in 2015 call a “bookstore”). I suppose I’m somewhere in between all of those extremes. I’m excited, anxious, the owner of several books for daddies-to-be, and daydreaming of driving away into the mountains someplace. I still might. But I will come back. And someday I hope we can go and see the country together.

It’s a good time to mention this now . . . At some point in the future (and at some point in your past, I suppose) I will write about the lost art of the road trip. You will hate me for not letting you take your phone/tablet/Oculus/virtual reality Beats Apple Google glasses on our journey together. It is not because I want you to be bored and suffer, but because I want you to learn that looking at the scenery, listening to albums, and talking to your dad are not boring activities. As Clark Griswold once said, “Getting there is half the fun,” but you probably don’t know who that is.

Anyway, I’ve never been good at blogging consistently in the past, so whether or not I actually fill this blog with posts should be readily apparent to you by now. Hopefully the dreams and aspirations of Middle of 2015 me will come to fruition and you’ll have a lot of things to read on here. I suppose we’ll find out.

Sorry for the rambling post. I’ve never met you, so I don’t really know what to say. In fairness, you haven’t even been born yet. I’m rambling again. 

Sorry.

I’ll talk to you soon.

Love, Dad