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.
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.
We all rushed to get here. When we did, it was electric bills and frozen waffles.
The best part of Ball-O is the story of how we got him…
I pictured Ashton Kutcher running into her room and yelling, “We got you, Daddy! Ha! Your friend, God, set you up!”
Cherish the time you have on Earth…or don’t. Whatever. Either way, your time here is limited.
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