6 months ago I wrote that becoming a dad completely recalibrated what matters to me. Turns out I had no idea yet. She crawls now and sits on her own. Her first tooth is coming out since two days ago. She eats real food and smiles when she sees us but of course also cries when we leave the room. I’ve literally changed thousands of diapers. Slept less than I thought was humanly possible. Googled an unbelievable amount of stupid shit. And somehow every week it gets better (how the fuck?). The tiny newborn who used to just sleep on my chest is slowly turning into an actual little person with opinions, favorite foods, things she finds funny, and a very strong desire to put absolutely everything in her mouth. I still love work and probably still too obsessed with it. But six months later, the thing I wrote back then feels even more true: NOTHING comes close. Being her dad is literally the best thing that has ever happened to me.