If you love your child, none of it matters anyway.
From the moment I heard the concept, I knew it would reach far beyond dads-to-be and grab onto everyone withing arm’s length.
I may not have “gotten” it, but friends don’t need to “get” it. They just need to show you support. I hadn’t shown him support and it hurt to realize it.
I want her to be a good person, not just to me, but to everyone.
Let’s talk about the grass and the price of chicken and whether I saw the game yesterday. Or not. I’m good either way.
The world outside may be cruel, but behind our front door, there’s no fear, judgment, or shame. There’s unconditional love.
I’ve lifted up heavy objects, taught her to ride a bike, and won more crane games than I can count. Most times I come through in the clutch when I know her eyes are watching.
The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”
I don’t like that Justin Bieber.
Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.