
It’s hard for me to look at the details of my life and be able to pick one out and say this, this here is something I get from my father.

This is a stupid debate to get drawn into. It acknowledges another possible interpretation of the events, when there isn’t one.
I asked how he was feeling. He gave me a thumbs up.

I may have jumped the gun. Alex had to go back on air support last night, but I’d already posted it as a milestone, a success.

We’re closer to the end. We know it intellectually, but it’s hard to reckon on an emotional level.

What will be the first movie trilogy I expose him to. What will be his first attended sporting event. These things matter.