The best way I can describe days like this is that my hair hurts.
One tiny giggle kept these three alive for over a decade and counting.
Life lessons that served me no good will serve them no good. It’s my duty, as their father, to see that.
It’s the parental curse of eternal-youth vision
Go ahead. Get your kids. I’ll wait.
We’re not incredibly smart. We’re moderately old.
Take a moment, think about your words, and then say what’s in your head. Or, even better, don’t.
Time moves on whether we like it or not.
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.