success.

while mama is getting "prepped" for delivery, papa sits in a long, empty hallway. on the adjacent chair, a weathered, two-year old issue of hot rod. not interested. deep in thought? or, anxiety? both. my mantra: "healthy mama, healthy baby." in an attempt to calm the nerves ("attempt" being the operative word,) i pace the quiet, sterile hall. laminated tropical fish adorn the walls. on each angel and tang fish, an inspirational message. SUCCESS, by (philosopher/poet) ralph waldo emerson, catches my attention...and, resonates. prior to fatherhood, i defined success...

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