The joy of fatherhood

We had a football and a sidewalk earlier tonight. Which, as a kid, was always enough for hours of fun—and still should be.

The little guy is my son. He genuinely believed he scored the winning touchdown, which made me sooooo happy.

Those tiny moments—so fleeting, so random—are golden. Sorta like waiting for the phone to ring … you want them to happen. Expect them to happen. Hope for them to happen. They never happen. Then, when you’ve given up expecting, they happen.


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