Last night I had a feel good moment. See, I got home from work at 6:00. Helped make dinner. Cleaned up. Did homework with my eight-year-old. At 7:30, he asked me to take him to the skateboard park.
And I want him to stay my Little One.
I've already told him we'll go back tonight even though I know I'm opening the door to change. I have to open the door wide enough for his wings to spread, even though those wings will take him away from me.