and nights, for sure.
One year ago today my wife woke me up around half past one at night and said, “honey, we’d better go.”
The rest is history, his story, now part of my (his)tory and brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. Joy, happiness, bliss. Simply put, never in that year, neither when he wouldn’t stop crying, nor at 2am, 3am and 5:30am, did I think, geez, what have I gotten myself into. When I get home from work I actually enjoy focusing my energy on him, he winds me down in a second.
Thank you, and thank you.