His name is Asher

Was at the El Cerrito farmer's market with my dad today, and we saw the cutest, fattest little baby touring the market in his father's arms. I let out a squeal and almost ran over, just HAD to touch his soft little feet! "What's his name! You're so sweet-- how old is he!," I cooed. My dad laughed, asked the other dad if it was his first time. He affirmed. My dad then asked him how it felt.

"It's everything,"

the younger dad replied. 

"Hard, amazing; it's everything at once."