I can still remember the first time that my sweet-faced, doting, little princess ripped my heart out. She was two.
The hardest thing about my non-verbal son's first day of school was sending him alone on that bus.
I want her to believe that she's the best artist on Earth. Why? Because she is.
Kids today aren't as coddled as you might think. They're also not kidding themselves.
You stop caring about what people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
I started to piece the puzzle together and that's when I learned that, as a dad, I was given pretty much free reign to be as dorky as I wanted.
The memories that matter to our kids, not to us, are the ones that make a difference