It’s the parental curse of eternal-youth vision
There was no way I was having a heart attack. Right? I didn’t have heart attacks. Other people did.
Go ahead. Get your kids. I’ll wait.
I’m writing our life as a thriller in my brain, but it’s really more of a Disney Plus series.
We’re not incredibly smart. We’re moderately old.
Take a moment, think about your words, and then say what’s in your head. Or, even better, don’t.
We spent 20 minutes engrossed in this book he had ignored for years.
Time moves on whether we like it or not.
It’s adorable but also causes you to make a wincing face while eeking out a pained, “Thank you.”
My life sometimes feels like a rollercoaster. I rise to peaks and fall to valleys.