I cry happy tears every day, and I encourage you all to do the same. Let's all meet up in the tissue aisle one…
Now that I’m a father, I no longer feel ashamed of my anxiety. I feel responsible.
A grown man had “noticed” me. Was I supposed to want that? To feel flattered? Abandon my teenage suspicion that I was hideous?
For so long, I’ve been focused on my family’s needs, and this milestone is forcing me to evaluate myself and my life choices.
There are only four of us in the family. But that fifth stocking belongs to our family, too.