You're Gonna Be A Daddy

Put down your phone. No — this is better than the game. You fix everything with duct tape, you've been saving up your worst dad jokes, you said that spare room's for a home gym — funny story about that room. You practice carrying the neighbor's kid on your shoulders down the block. I bought a little something at the store today — it's got two pink lines. You're gonna be a daddy! Yeah — you heard the words right. That gym's about to be a nursery, we're painting clouds and stars at night. Breathe, baby, breathe — you can cry, it's allowed. You're gonna be a daddy now. Start deciding on the big things — team onesies, first-game seats. You've got about two hundred days to learn to braid and warm a bottle up. Everything your dad did right is about to get an encore. One more thing before you call the guys and lose your mind — You're gonna be a daddy! Yeah — you heard the words right. That gym's about to be a nursery, we're painting clouds and stars at night. Breathe, baby, breathe — you can cry, it's allowed. You're gonna be a daddy now. The way you love me on my worst days — somebody small is gonna get that too. Lucky me. Lucky them. Lucky, lucky you. You're gonna be a daddy! Yeah — you heard the words right. There's a photo for your wallet coming, due when the days turn bright. Breathe, baby, breathe — happy tears allowed. You're gonna be a daddy now. Call your mom. Wait — sit down first. Tell her Grandma's next.