What a strange year, right?
Killer hornets (sort of)
The president is shilling beans
My son will be here any day now, could even be tonight.
I would feel bad for inviting him to this party, but in February I ate some mushrooms on the beach with some of my friends and I felt him and his excitement to come and let Taryn and I be his parents.
I’m ready for it, I think.
I don’t really know.
No one ever really knows.
But being a step dad to two wonderful girls over this last year has definitely helped.
3 and 4 years old.
My wife is my favorite person in the entire universe.
That helps too.
Even if I’m not fully prepared, I know we’re going to be great parents together. We already are.
So for as weird as this year is, I guess it’s the perfect time for him to get here.
Maybe all of this ugliness is just infection coming to a head.
Maybe everything will be better on the other side of this.
Maybe it won’t.
Maybe it doesn’t actually matter.
Maybe I can carve out a little space of happiness for my family and for myself regardless.
Maybe that’s the entire point.
Well…I didn’t think I missed writing to you, but I guess I did.
Sorry if you missed me.
I didn’t forget.
I’ve just been busy growing.