…and as Silas’ little heart softly pattered against my chest, I felt the heartspace between my rib cages suddenly expanding, growing, and crackling as I realized what Tafesse had pronounced in the car…
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…and as Silas’ little heart softly pattered against my chest, I felt the heartspace between my rib cages suddenly expanding, growing, and crackling as I realized what Tafesse had pronounced in the car…
I spent 7 years building Old Hat and that whole time, photos of my sons were behind me. I spent way too much time at the office… way too much time with those photos behind me. Today, I sit behind them. So now, when someone enters my office, the first thing they will see is what is most important to me, and they’ll see my children first, me second. And that’s the way it should be.
And it’s the same with pretty much everything else I fear. I can do things to avoid, prevent, or overcome my fears, but once I’ve done my part, the outcome and everything else that happens is out of my control in the end.
When you come to pick her up for your first date, please bring a copy of either the Car and Driver or Motor Trends safety report for your trusty rubber-footed steed. I will read it while we sit and wait on my daughter to finish getting ready. If I have questions, I will ask you. Do not speak until you are spoken to.
As we were making our way up, over, and around the massive crags (I show my novice by likely misusing that word), I couldn’t help but think about how what we were doing was a great analogy for manhood.