“The other night, it was nearing dinner time (often what they call witching hour)…. Your dad had taken you out for “boys day” so, I could host a ladies-only baby shower at home. He had done a kickass job of parenting you by himself all day & needed a well-deserved break. You were starting to whine & I could see the emotion building up in you. Tried as I might, to figure out just what was bothering you or set you off, I couldn’t put my finger on it. So, I asked you to come outside with me? You protested at first, but eventually, willingly followed suit.
My son, your imaginary world is a magical place. A place I always want an invite to…” Continue reading
