A Reminder
There are days that are hard, to be sure.
And nothing’s ever totally perfect.
But when my child pulls me in for one last bedtime hug, I’m reminded that I am the luckiest man alive.
Writing about things that matter (to me)
There are days that are hard, to be sure.
And nothing’s ever totally perfect.
But when my child pulls me in for one last bedtime hug, I’m reminded that I am the luckiest man alive.