It’s not even five in the morning. Let the games begin.

It’s not even five in the morning. Let the games begin.
Then again, it’s hard being a parent at all. Actually it’s hard just being alive sometimes.
It’s times like this when I’m forced to bare witness to the barest of witnesses.
Defending the home team isn’t just about the people who live in your actual home. It’s about the people who live in your heart.
He’s my guy, so of course, I give in…momentarily.
This wasn’t a debate or disagreement. This was performance art.
An early end to a wonderful day is better than a late end to a miserable one.
Some of the most beautiful human beings I have ever met have told me horror stories about interactions with some of the vilest individuals out there.
As his dad, I’ve winced in worry through the years when he would dash away down the block, pull his TV off the nightstand, or try to submerge his face in the bathtub. Him? He’s cool.
Lucas marches to the beat of his own drummer. And that drummer is Dave Grohl in Nirvana smashing his drums into oblivion every morning.
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