Sasha is 1.5 years old, a drooler, and darling far beyond mildly blurry black and white. But she sure does make a nice front page.
I am discovering the urgencies associated with the onset of a child. I am developing that sense of understanding put into motion through a phrase repeated by any person who knows: There is never a right time.
The world has begun to swell in a way that affects me far deeper than I ever would have suspected. It is the urgency. Fatherhood is an urgent affair. It cannot not be, forever.
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