…but there’s a man living in the room where my little boy used to sleep.
Not that it’s a bad thing. Things grow, including things that eat an entire frozen pizza in one sitting as an appetizer. Things that can borrow my clothes. Things that can run a 5K and still smile like this at the end.
Nothin’ wrong with growing up. It just hits me in odd moments, like trying to catch a medicine ball (one of the 6 kilo ones) and missing it and taking it full-on in the chest, crushing my solar plexus and removing my ability to breathe. But I recover, mostly. Like Gandalf said, “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” I’m trying to maximize it before he’s off into the world.
Respectfully submitted,
Canoelover
Fathering…the greatest roll a man can fill.
Amen, bro.