Congrats my man!
Sons are great. But I called my daughter less than an hour ago to tell her that I loved her. A bro-in-law who didn't treat his daughter especially well died Tuesday. His daughter was there with him when the rest of his family wasn't.
There's this thing about fathers and daughters, not a lot unlike the thing between mothers and sons......
But sons are a lot more fun for playing in the dirt. When my son, soon to be thirty seven years old, was little I had a sand box and a half for us to play in with his Tonka toys. I would come home with my tail tucked firmly between my legs. But all would get better in no time at all moving dirt with a six year old and Tonkas.