Jude turns 1 year old today. I can't believe it's already been a year. This morning I went back and read my blog post from the week he was born.
Here's a portion of it:
"On July 23, 2008 at 1:07 PM a new praise (Jude means praise), weighing in at just under 9 pounds and stretching just under 22 inches, was indeed born to Sarah and I! Significantly enough the first sound that little Jude heard on earth was the chorus of Kevin Prosch's anthem "Praise the Lord Oh My Soul". This was only one song of a large mix that I created the day before. We brought the music in to help the mood during the possible hours of labor. I had no clue what exact song would be playing when Jude made his grand entrance (or exit depending on how you look at it). It just blows me away that the first words a boy named "praise" hears as he enters the world is "praise the Lord oh my soul, praise the Lord"! I can hardly contain myself when I think about it!"
As cliche as this is going to sound I still have to say that nothing is cooler than being a dad. I've been to almost every state in the US and sang songs for thousands of people on multiple continents. I've had songs translated into 10+ languages and heard tens of thousands of people sing my lyrics at one time. It's all pretty cool, but none of it comes close to being a dad.
As an artist I thrive on the creative process. Few things feel as good as seeing or hearing something from my own heart manifest in reality. Writing a song or witnessing the creation of something beautiful by the hands of a human being is exhilarating. I pretty much live for those kinds of things. But the day Jude was born it was almost like God said "Let me show you how it's done. Let me show you what it's like when I write a song. Let me show you what it's like when I put something together." It pretty much made my work look pathetic.
Happy Birthday Jude!