What came next could have destroyed me, if I let it.
I never know what fatherhood surprises are lurking around the corner.
Some moments she’s my little princess. Other moments she’s the evil queen.
I know that every cent spent is a minute earned burned, but she doesn’t.
Why do I have to physically stop myself from bringing in a plate of pizza bagels and taking a seat in the circle?
It’s not about the people around you. It’s about the person within you.
Say their names and I see a snapshot from long ago. Their ages far exceed my my memories.
Ironically, it feels selfish…when it’s the most selfless thing you can do.
Being a zany dad during lighter times makes me approachable during those heavier ones.
She has passions and goals of her own. Some of them, I completely relate to. Others are more of a surprise.