As a child, I thought that when I become an adult, I would also have children. And back then it seemed that this moment was very far away, and as if it would never come. I did not imagine myself as someone else, someone bigger and more important than I am. Now I am still the same as I was when I was 31 years old. But there is a feeling of anxiety and expectation from things familiar to the eye. Outwardly, nothing has changed, but everything seems to be different. Imminent changes excite me and inflame the atmosphere around me. And I feel like time is speeding up, the gap between me and me in the new role of a father is shortening. I’ve heard a lot from friends about what it’s like to have a baby. Now I can only imagine what will await me in the future after my son is born.