It’s not even five in the morning. Let the games begin.
It’s not about the people around you. It’s about the person within you.
Then again, it’s hard being a parent at all. Actually it’s hard just being alive sometimes.
Say their names and I see a snapshot from long ago. Their ages far exceed my my memories.
It’s times like this when I’m forced to bare witness to the barest of witnesses.
Ironically, it feels selfish…when it’s the most selfless thing you can do.
Defending the home team isn’t just about the people who live in your actual home. It’s about the people who live in your heart.
Ironically, it’s his attempts to get out of showing me what he can do that has shown me the most.
This wasn’t a debate or disagreement. This was performance art.
Being a zany dad during lighter times makes me approachable during those heavier ones.