Stories from the journey of fatherhood & brotherhood
I rolled over in bed and smelled dark coffee and a cinnamon roll doused with melting frosting. I heard my three kids “sneaking” into my room with the stealth of a six legged moose. My wife wore that smile, the best one, the one that crinkles here eyes with sincerity and playfulness. Could there be a better way to start one’s birthday?
Two cards made of bright green construction paper were proudly dropped in my lap. I grabbed the first and recognized the written...