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.
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.
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