Usually I hate snow but tonight it seems different somehow. Beautiful, sublime. It's about midnight and my baby daughter is wide awake in my arms. I am pacing around singing to her; showing her the snow. She seems unimpressed, more interested in the soft hum of my voice.

“I am a patient boy. I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait. My time's water down the drain...”

For some reason Waiting Room has been the song I've sung to her since I first held her.
Eventually, the pacing and singing start to have their intended effect and those wide eyes begin to narrow and close. Once she seems to be asleep I put her down in her cradle and step away for a minute. When I come back she is wide awake again and looking at me as if to say "Hey daddy, don't you want to walk around some more?" Six weeks old and the kid is already on to my tricks.

Of all the things I try to do and all the things I try to be, after only a short time being a father is by far the most rewarding.