A couple of days ago, Ton Ton asked me to accompany him to a basketball game/business meeting. Even though I generally prefer to use my limited nights out without Luki to do things I really enjoy — like catching a movie or seeing a live band — I agreed to go when I heard that the event would feature one of my favorite things: Beer. Free Beer. I couldn’t let that opportunity get away.

As we got there, Ton Ton began to introduce me to some of his co-workers and I, in typical fashion, shook hands, kissed cheeks, and made banal introductory comments. However, I quickly realized that my husband was bypassing the traditional hellos and, instead, had pulled out his iPhone to show everyone in the room (including complete strangers) the latest picture of our son.

This has become commonplace with Ton Ton. The waiters at the restaurants we frequent, the cashiers at the grocery store, and the owner of the club where he plays with his band have all seen pictures of Luki. And don’t even get me started on his Facebook page. His wall is practically an homage to our baby.

This is his current profile picture

I never doubted that Ton Ton would be a good parent. After all, he has kept me alive since we met and I have the maturity level and impulses of a six year old. Still, I am surprised at how enthusiastically and seamlessly he has taken on his new role of daddy. From the very first moment, even though our pregnancy wasn’t planned, he was ready, confident, certain that the new adventure we were embarking on would turn out alright.

Little by little, I’ve seen his transformations. The same Ton Ton who dreamed of traveling the world playing his guitar, now prefers to stay home and cuddle, his nose buried inside a baby’s neck. He who thought Sponge Bob was a yellow tooth, now buys albums of children’s music and has a special playlist for Luki on his iPod.

And the same guy who, when we first met, immediately talked to me about his band and their upcoming concert, now chooses to introduce himself, even if it’s to complete strangers, by pulling out a picture of his boy.