“Who has seen me today? Did I talk to people like this? What is wrong with my face? Am I freakin’ melting?!”
“Who has seen me today? Did I talk to people like this? What is wrong with my face? Am I freakin’ melting?!”
Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.
You’re here, but your thoughts are a million miles away. One day, you’ll be up to talk about what that is. But that day is not today.
They can influence you, steer you, and try to mold you into what direction they want you to take. Ultimately, though, the destination you reach is yours alone.
It’s the type of thing that most of us might be afraid to talk about – myself included. So let’s talk about it.
I watch though the lens of my camera and the lens of my fatherhood and can’t believe what I am seeing.
They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.
Long after other toys, clothes, and jewelry fade into flea market fodder, they’ll still be the presents that remain in places of prominence.