This moment meant more to me than these words can even explain because it was a moment that, at one time, I didn’t think would ever be possible.
For the first time in all our grocery outings, he was focused and tuned in to his surroundings. Rather than coming along for the ride, my boy was a willing co-pilot.
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.
He’s succeeded at things I never dreamed possible – things that experts never dreamed possible. He’s not only persevered, he’s crushed it.
In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.
When I have an internal dialogue, I can be pretty brutal.
On this day, in this room, for this concert, my main goal was to make sure we stayed until the finish.
They’re not here to make me feel better. They’re here to help my son.
Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.
I’ve had a lot of broken washing machines in my life. Only one was literal and the rest were all figurative.