|A Dad and His Kid|
One day soon, I will teach my little girls how to befriend a dragonfly. I will watch them marvel at their new friend and I will marvel at their marveling, all the time thanking God for the Honor of being Issy's and Bailey's Daddy. That's a start to the countdown to my final Christmas. And a damn good start it is.
Read this when you can. The article isn't doom and gloom, so it's not too heavy. It is peppered with questions and what ifs and that it's main goal. To pepper you with those questions and what ifs so you'll exercise the gray matter (no matter how little.. :) ) between your ears. Having said that, the article may bring a tear to your eye as you ponder your response to each question in it. If you get a little "passionate" about your children like I do mine, you'd be best served finding a quiet place to read the post. It's OK to shed a tear or two of happiness, even if your are a big burly SOB. Live like you were dieing. It's cool, man. Because Toby said so.