I'm not sure how to put into words the avalanche of emotions that crushed me yesterday.  I met my daughter for the very first time, my baby mama for only the second time.  After walking for hours my baby brother, who is no longer a baby, came and picked me up. Deep talk there with pints in hand.  When he dropped me off mom and I had a chat.  We laughed we cried and we drank.  Fuck, did we drink.  My head spins and my stomach churns... Not so much from the drink, but the stories told, secrets whispered... Finally meeting my mom even though I've known her all my life.
Meeting my daughter was scary and crazy cool. She loves blueberries and puppies and dancing.  She has a conniving smile, a smirk that says she's up to something, which she most likely gets from me... She doesn't know who I am, but baby mama and I both agree, she knows something's different about me, I'm not just some guy.  It was weird.  She knew without knowing, you know?
Baby mama was calm. We chatted about the awkwardness of the situation. How to make the most of it and not succumb to external pressures.  This is not a typical relationship, but who gives a shit about typical? My daughter came In to this world a bright vibrant light, she is amazing.  She's going to kick some ass.