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.
Some loved ones are gone because they’re in a better place now. Others are gone because I am.
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.
I watch though the lens of my camera and the lens of my fatherhood and can’t believe what I am seeing.
In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”
It’s our favorite trip. Other people might not get it, but we do.
I don’t like that Justin Bieber.
We all rushed to get here. When we did, it was electric bills and frozen waffles.
One day, maybe he’ll be able to tell me, “Yo. Put me down.”