To my fellow Fathers (yes I meant to capitalize that):

Find the beauty in the annoying phases... they are just phases. Soon they won't wake you up at 5 am, cuddle up next to you because they had a bad dream, or experience your seemingly god-like protective strength when you effortlessly pluck them from imminent danger of their own making.

And you will weep inside with longing for the good old days full of meaning.