Dear Diary,

Today I sat and held my Baby girl this morning as she drove her mother near insanity. As I sat there looking at the TV I watching HBO (or as it was watching me) I sat back and thought about my life before this little angel came into my life. I thought of the things, the stupid things that I did in my life. I thought of the all the times that I chose the easy way to do things and the consequences that followed. I don't want to do the things that I did before to jeopardize the well being of my child. I feel like Kurchak in the Movie Tarzan wanting to protect his family. I want to give her the world and everything in it.

When she came out I thought of nothing but what she would have. If I have to work my hands to the bone so she has a roof over her head, clothes on her back, and food to eat then there is nothing that I won't do to make sure that happens. The moment that I held her and she fell asleep on my chest, it occurred to me that I was a father now and I had an even bigger responsibility of my life…

I'm typing one handed now my daughter started crying for attention. Who am I to argue? This little lady can have all the attention that she wants. She is so adorable when she is sleeping. She's three weeks today and she's already pushing up when laid on her stomach. She's crying more now so I will write later. I have to Take care of my little girl. Mommy's here but I want to take care of this. I want to take care of my Little Angel