Tag: daughter

Resting Dad Face

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.

Some moments she’s my little princess. Other moments she’s the evil queen.

I know that every cent spent is a minute earned burned, but she doesn’t.

Why do I have to physically stop myself from bringing in a plate of pizza bagels and taking a seat in the circle?

In this house, you say goodbye when you leave.

It’s not about the people around you. It’s about the person within you.

Say their names and I see a snapshot from long ago. Their ages far exceed my my memories.

Ironically, it feels selfish…when it’s the most selfless thing you can do.

Being a zany dad during lighter times makes me approachable during those heavier ones.