Belinda and I are in Southern Cal for Webmaster Access. My ex-wife calls and tells me that my 5 year old son has a play with his kindergarten class. His first play ever. Tomorrow. At 9:30am.
She didn't tell me sooner because she didn't know the exact date until now. At first I have to admit, I started crying like a baby when I got off the phone. Why? Because I want my son to always know he's the most important thing in his daddy's life and always will be. He doesn't even realize how special this is. I cried because I'm so far away.
But then I sucked it up and bought a plane ticket. Right now I'm posting from the Burbank Airport while waiting for my plane to get here. I'm going to fly up there, watch his play, and fly back tomorrow afternoon in time to make it to the Playboy Mansion Party.
Yes, he only has one line. But that's a very important line to me. I love being a father.
