Year 3, Day 279

There is a rite of passage, one that is more clear to me with each passing year, for fathers languishing through Christmastime. I think there's a degree (varying from person to person*) to which the holidays lose their luster as we get older, but for fathers, there are absolutely escalating bouts with abject misery associated, … Continue reading Year 3, Day 279 →

Year 3, Day 169

Follow a brief but intense rainstorm this evening, Miles had an opportunity to witness for the first time something he had up to this point only seen in storybooks. We were driving past Miles's beloved Bank of America Stadium when I pointed through the windshield at the sky. "Miles look!" I said. "It's a rainbow!!!"I … Continue reading Year 3, Day 169 →