Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.
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?
In this house, you say goodbye when you leave.
It’s not about the people around you. It’s about the person within you.
I can’t just lay in bed all day. I have kids and responsibilities. Even if I didn’t, I still can’t stay in bed all day.
Say their names and I see a snapshot from long ago. Their ages far exceed my my memories.
You don’t know what’s missing because you don’t even realize a piece should be there.