Today I was walking towards my place of work when I just about stepped on a caterpillar. The older me would have squashed it with one powerful blow of the shoe (without a second thought) but today something odd happened, I stopped in mid-step and pardon the cute little fuzzy guy. I carefully maneuvered myself around him and continued my way back to work.

Throughout the day I even wondered if he made it across the sidewalk in one piece. Does this new gentler and more compassionate me have to do with me becoming a father in a few short weeks?