Tag: father

I Hate The Supermarket

I was there yesterday. I will be there tomorrow.

I had to force myself to see the worst of him, even though I usually can only see the best.

As soon as we opened the door, she became the most fragile thing in our home.

When you truly accept anything as a possibility then everything is perfect.

The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”

This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”

There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.

I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.

He’ll get it. I know he will. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.

It’s our favorite trip. Other people might not get it, but we do.