Around five years ago, I got my son Finn’s name inscribed on my arm by this man, Dr. Woo. Last weekend, I got myself an early Father’s Day present and etched Arden’s name on my other arm. It felt like things came into balance.
But what I’m most excited about is the new tree I got on my arm. Having a family feels like planting a forest. Some things grow. Some things wither. That tree represents my father, his father, and so on. But it also symbolizes you boys, your mom, and the life you’ve all given me. I’ll be adding more trees over the years until my arm is a forest of memories.
Thank you, Woo.
Finnegan, I got your name on my arm one Father's Day because you became part of me the moment you were created. The handwriting is by my favorite author, Mark Twain. He had this to say and I think it's some of the best advice he or I could give: "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." Here's to our exploration, our dreaming and our discovery. Together.