This past year, for me, has been the year of the book. The year I achieved a dream. The year I gave birth. The year I became a father. I’ve been a little hesitant to write about my book. Maybe because it still doesn’t seem real. But I’m slowly coming to terms with reality, that it is in fact real. Very real. Another reason I’ve put off this entry is because of how truly personal this book is to me. Not sure if I can express it in words.