Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.
Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.
As I frantically tried to put his clothes back on, I repeated “No, no, no,” and “we don’t take our clothes off”.
If he suddenly stops tomorrow and begins sliding down the chute rather than climbing the ladder, I will still be proud to be his dad.
You’re here, but your thoughts are a million miles away. One day, you’ll be up to talk about what that is. But that day is not today.
They can influence you, steer you, and try to mold you into what direction they want you to take. Ultimately, though, the destination you reach is yours alone.
It’s the type of thing that most of us might be afraid to talk about – myself included. So let’s talk about it.
The days of smoking in the mall, downing an Orange Julius, and watching Dr. Huxtable examine women in his basement have all come to an end.
He’s succeeded at things I never dreamed possible – things that experts never dreamed possible. He’s not only persevered, he’s crushed it.
People assume we are born this way. Our Dadness starts on day one.
Don’t tell me what cool is. I know what cool is.
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