To a person with children, that sentence can actually be pretty terrifying.
I remember it all. Every trip and fall, every stumble down the low road, I have it all filed away in my head.
Whether he speaks or has Autism is just a facet of his personality. If anything changes, we’ll be there. If it doesn’t, we will be there for that too.
Suddenly, you’re no longer Zack Morris. You’re now Mr. Belding.
Some of my lowest points from the past few years are softened by their links to some great memories with my children.
Not only do things change, but people do. I did. You probably have too.
Suddenly all the corny nonsense you were forced to do for the sake of family unity has become a source of humiliation again.
I can still remember the first time that my sweet-faced, doting, little princess ripped my heart out. She was two.
Every family has their own language. It’s made up of words or phrases that no one else would understand. Every person contributes. Every person speaks it.
“What time do you guys fight Santa?”