It’s why my stomach gets knots. It’s why I come running.

It’s why my stomach gets knots. It’s why I come running.
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.
What do you do, after that entire expensive day of magic, when they scream out “shut your mouth” in a crowded Macaroni Grill?
I don’t want to live my life angry and, just because I have kids, it doesn’t mean I have to.