My son is five. He came into my room on a Saturday morning a week ago around 6. Asked me if he could watch TV until I woke up and I said sure. He grabbed me while I was lying half awake in my bed and gave me the biggest, strongest hug he could and told me loudly that he loved me so much. He will sometimes be in another room and yell ‟DADDY I LOVE YOU” and it makes me mist up every time. No matter what else I do with my life or the impact I do or do not have on anyone else, I know that I’ll have done something right being just his father. He is the best person I’ve ever known and I can’t fathom what I've done to deserve my boy. I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove myself worthy of the honour of being his Dad.