Ahead by a Century


No this is not a Tragically Hip post.

I’m trying to write about more personal topics which is not something that comes easily for me.

I recently (6 days ago) became a father of identical twin girls and it changed me. I’m actually writing this from the hospital room as with most twins, they came a little early and need to hang out a bit more.

These little babes have made me think in a whole new way. I’m now looking “ahead by a century” because it’s not only my life but theirs as well. I’m thinking of all the amazing things we will do and see. The incredible moments we will have watching them grow up. All the cool things I want to teach them.

I can’t wait to see the special people they become.

Gord Downie’s lyrics are special. They impact you in different ways at different points in your life. The first verse makes me think of raising my little girls. It’s absolutely fantastic and has one of my favourite lyrics ever, “No dress rehearsal, this is our life.” 

“First thing we’d climb a tree and maybe then we’d talk
Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts
With illusions of someday casting a golden light
No dress rehearsal, this is our life.”

Sad things make me sadder, happy things make me happier. What the hell is happening?

Whatever it is, it’s magic and I want more of it. These little babes are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’m so excited and happy to be their dad.

My wife is also incredible and I now know for sure, I am the weaker sex! She is going to be such a great mother.

I am a damn lucky man. I truly feel ahead by a century. In more ways than one.

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