fatherhood
happy father’s day.
These single days of the year we set aside to salute the parents in our lives feel to me a bit like fitting a blue whale in my 5′ bathtub. I usually try to make
{this moment}: morning snuggles.
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired by soulemama)
HIJACKED!
this is mark. not bethany. she doesn’t know i’m typing this, even so, i’ll keep it nice and clean so she won’t get frustrated or moan about how i always force her into awkward conversations
happy father’s day
“It was times like this when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.” – Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird In
can you hear me now?
Being at least two feet smaller than most people around you must leave you with a sense of being unseen, and therefore unheard. That’s my only assumption for Burke’s volume level when he speaks. Even his