The things I don’t talk about greatly outnumber the things I do.
So far in the rear view mirror, they don’t even appear closer than they are.
“I’m not sleeping. I saw everything. That guy did the thing before to the other guy.”
I want her to be a strong and caring member of the family. Days like that make me realize that she is.
They might not always be easy, but they’re my everything. Easy is boring.
No one thanks you for the lights being on. They just blame you when they’re not.
It’s parenthood. If you have a kid, you do it.
I do it for the world and I do it for them. Messing these kids up just isn’t an option.
You go places you never thought you would. You become things you never dreamed.
It feels natural at this point to throw in an “I’m sorry to say”, but I’m not.