Wednesday, August 18, 2010

August 10, 2010

Just a few days ago I was able to pick up a copy of your birth certificate, Mariana.

This is the revised one, that is, the one that should have been written up when you were born.

2 years later, I'm finally able to hold it in my hands. This document is part of what I've been fighting for all this time.

The document that finally acknowledges me as a father.

I held you so close the whole time I was waiting in queue for that birth certificate, I thought they would never give it to me.

I haven't been so overwhelmed in so long.

In the parking lot I clutched the documents and strapped you in the car.

A 2 year labor? Is this the release that needed to happen? Is this everything I've been waiting for?

I've been a father in practice if not on paper, so it's been pretty complicated hasn't it? Can I even say that of myself? 

You and me kiddo, we blasted right east on the highway, your papa pumping his fist into the car's ceiling.

And you know what song was playing on the way out of the parking lot of that office?



Mariana I've missed so much and it hurts so badly.


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