The Little Boy That Could. And Will.

It’s happening. It’s really happening. And it’s happening tomorrow. I have been walking around with my tear ducts seemingly prepared to spill over at the slightest trigger — a song, a memory, a glance his way. I have been waiting for this for the past five-and-a-half years. I am still not ready for this. Will [ Read More ]

Great Expectations

“Daddy, I want a baseball bat shirt, ” Owen tells Scott, as he is getting ready for bed. “You have a Yankee shirt, buddy. You wore it today, ” Scott replies, helping Owen tug on the pants to his Batman pajamas. “No, a bat shirt,” Owen persists. I hear them from the other room and call [ Read More ]