To my Unborn Child.

All our lives from all various angles we have been advised to come first... To win and bring home the gold, to strike first, to race towards that promotion and opportunity..

To my unborn child. I tell you come last, because in my eyes you will always be first.. First above everything in my known existance.. Strike last allowing you to understand your attackers motives and agendas naturally giving you an upper hand.. Run last to allow you to keep running the rest of your life, Gold, Silver and bronze come and go but you will still remain whilst their victory may potentially haunt them for years to come..

Be the last to speak, to allow the room to listen soaking up the useful information where available and discarding the trash where necessary.. Do not push towards that promotion, instead take your time to look around, stop and smell the roses look upon the shore line, close your eyes and envision your potential decisions, are you happy to go ahead ?.

Then go ahead. If not then don't... your father is 27 years of age as he writes this, perhaps he will have more to say in future or perhaps less, the inevitable continuation of life experience will tell us more at a later time.

Love - Dad