The best way I can describe days like this is that my hair hurts.
Go ahead. Get your kids. I’ll wait.
We’re not incredibly smart. We’re moderately old.
The kids are tired, the air is cold, and we’re way too far away from our starting point.
Without them, I would wallow in my own mind during times when my own mind is the most dangerous place to wallow in.
What came next could have destroyed me, if I let it.
Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.
I never know what fatherhood surprises are lurking around the corner.
I never dreamed he’d play such a pivotal role in my home, but here he is.
They’re my song inspirations and my entire captive studio audience.