2005. The father watches his new baby sleep, marveling at his perfect little face, his fat little fingers, the way he sucks on his pacifier automatically. He feels pure love, never suspecting that this fresh miracle of an infant will, in 11 years, write him this poem for Father's … [Read more...]
Little Victories, Volume 2: The sick days edition
I didn't realize how much I valued my free time while the boys are at school until it was taken away unexpectedly. Brady has been home from school for three days with strep throat, and while I could have done stuff around the house at least, I was usually hovering around him like … [Read more...]