As I drift into sleep it all starts the same. Me standing on the top of a cliff staring down through the canyon. Its all covered in snow and the river is frozen over. He finally appears. My father. I never had a good relationship with my parents, especially my father. I throw him off in fear of turning into him. Its one of my biggest fears, I refuse to let my child grow up like I did. As I lay in the snow I think about mine and hers child. We dont even know what gender it'll be. I personally hope its a boy so I can be the father mine never was. Im sure my wife wants it to be a girl which is okay to because ill love her the same as if it was a boy. I wake up from my dream a few hours later. I notice its pretty dark so I go check on her. She sound asleep in bed, I smile knowing that her and our baby are safe. I make myself a small cup of coffee and sit on the couch to watch the dog sleep. I start spacing out thinking about the future of mine and her child. I finish my coffee and get dressed for the day. I notice that we were running low on wood for the fire place so I went outside and grabbed a few more logs noting to chop up some more when it gets brighter. I toss a log in the fire and sit to finish the page on my book before I forget. Funny enough the first word i read was I love you.