It's already been more than a year and a half since I ended my term as a stay-at-home dad (SAHD), so I guess I have enough perspective to look back and reflect on the four-and-a-half most difficult and wonderful years of my life. I tell people that my
I realize that with each day that passes, I'm becoming less necessary to her, less essential for her survival, less asked for.
"I wish there was only three seasons."
"...I put you in a stroller and walked around the park."
Before Brie was born, I thought I had a good grasp of what "empathy" meant. It turns out I had no idea.
Hindsight is always much too late.
Here's to a grand year.
'So many times you see the assumption that the success you achieve is who you are and not just a payoff for what you do.'
Thanks for watching the pilot. I hope you'll tune in to the next one.
