It’s the parental curse of eternal-youth vision
Go ahead. Get your kids. I’ll wait.
We’re not incredibly smart. We’re moderately old.
Time moves on whether we like it or not.
I never know what fatherhood surprises are lurking around the corner.
From the moment I heard the concept, I knew it would reach far beyond dads-to-be and grab onto everyone withing arm’s length.
Say their names and I see a snapshot from long ago. Their ages far exceed my my memories.
They eat cereal from between couch cushions, “miss” the potty, and put peanut butter in their pockets to save for later.
I watch though the lens of my camera and the lens of my fatherhood and can’t believe what I am seeing.
As soon as we opened the door, she became the most fragile thing in our home.