A friend of mine, who had just become a father, told me that he wasn't prepared for the tidal wave of emotions that swept over him as he held his newborn daughter for the first time: the feeling of awe after witnessing the miracle of birth; the pure, unfiltered joy; the pride; the love; the overwhelming sense of being responsible for this life; and the fear of failing her. He went on to say that he wanted to tell her that he had dreamed of her long before she was born. He wanted her to know that she was his. That he'd be there for her, no matter what, for the rest of his life.