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.
Why do I have to physically stop myself from bringing in a plate of pizza bagels and taking a seat in the circle?
It’s not about the people around you. It’s about the person within you.
Say their names and I see a snapshot from long ago. Their ages far exceed my my memories.
Being a zany dad during lighter times makes me approachable during those heavier ones.
She has passions and goals of her own. Some of them, I completely relate to. Others are more of a surprise.
The smiles are the same and their faces, while different sizes, are almost the spitting image of one another.