‘I’m sorry’ is not an apology or repentance. It is a sentiment, an expression of an emotion.
When I take a quick stroll back through the halls of memory, I’m pretty sure it is I who should be giving and sacrificing as thanks to the man responsible for my care and well-being for the majority of my life.
My son has arrived. If you haven’t seen him, you should. He’s pretty much the cutest most awesome bundle of poop making human-ness that exists. The ‘cutest’ and ‘most awesome’ parts come from my family and friends, the poop from personal experience. Ok, maybe the ‘most awesome’ part is me Continue Reading