I may -at this point in my life- not know you, but trust me when I say “I already love you.”

For a couple years now, maybe even three, I have seriously considered the idea of building a rather large family. Why? Because I have always liked to be around people, and let’s be honest, is there a better way to have people to talk to than by giving them half of the chromosomes they need to become a full grown individual? I don’t think so. These kids will need me more than I have ever been needed before, giving me a sense of purpose in life, bigger than I could ever imagine. Even now that I am still in school, I often sit and plan my life fully conscious that I need to work hard to make that big family happen. Not just the cliché “I need to get a degree to be someone in life” but more of a “I need to know everything about everything there is to know in life if I want to be a good dad.” (BAM! I start to freak out). But I am not insane, though, believe and trust when I say I am not completely naive to the hardships of being a parent, I think that is part of the fun—the entropy of it makes it interesting, challenging, worth it. There is nothing more rewarding in this world than to go to bed everyday fully knowing you did everything you could to make your kid’s life a little easier, a little better. Routine things like cooking, washing clothes and cleaning the house may become tedious work, but all is paid off when you get to spend a Saturday afternoon together playing monopoly, or when you see them get home from school excited and proud of that ‘A’ they got in their History paper (because let’s face it, my kids are going to be geniuses—there’s a reason why they’ll be reading the NYtimes and listening to NPR before they turn four years old) and even if they struggle in a subject, it honestly brings a smile to my face to think I will be able to sit down and help them out in any way I can, and if I do not know the answer, we can look it up together. Is it healthy I have all these thoughts? Oh well.

Of course raising a family is an not easy task, definitely not for those faint of heart, and it only gets harder if you’re a homosexual. Why? Because society is ignorant, and it does not matter how many times science and empirical logic disproves their archaic borderline draconian views on sexuality, they refuse to accept, it embrace it—their loss. Will that stop me? Hell no. If anything, -not because I have some sort of obligation to anyone- I want to prove them wrong. I want to wake up every morning right next to the man I love, shower together and make breakfast for the kids. See them get on the bus to go to school (granted we live in the United States) and carry on with my day doing something I am passionate about. Later in the day, take my kids out for ice-cream, after they do their homework, of course, and leave them be, because kids need adult-free -but supervised- fun, hence why I need to have a big family (see, there is a master plan to my madness). I too will need some alone time but with my handsome husband. Too many marriages fail because couples fall into boring routines ultimately sucking the fun and romance out of the relationship. Knowing this, I will work hard to prevent it. A healthy marriage yields a happy, united and strong family.

Whether I end up with 3, 6 or 9 kids (why multiples of 3? I am not sure) I know, EVERYDAY, I will try to be the best dad, husband and friend I can possibly be.

Love always,

Your hopefully amazing dad Victor