You are growing up so fast. I just can't believe it. You will be 6 weeks old tomorrow. I left you with Pop today. This is me trying to go ahead and wean myself off of you. I had an errand to run, and Pop need to get into routine with you anyway, since he will be your major babysitter. This was the excuse they cooked up. I'm having a hard time coping with being home alone. Hell, to being without you. You have been with me for the last 10 months, of course it is hard to leave you. I know you are being well cared for, but that is a small consolation to you actually being here.
It's good though. You need to be independent from me and Dad. You need to be a strong, independent person. I know that you will be. I know that you will be a good boy, a good Man. I love you so much, that I will not settle for anything less for you.
