Love More, Judge Less
Dear Timo, Every year on your birthday, I look at photos of you, and I marvel… and cry. Somehow, in the blink of an eye, you have gone from a 5 pound newborn to a 5 year-old boy. Beautiful at birth, delicate and serene, we fawned over your exquisite bone structure… which was quickly obscured
[Here’s where I’d like to remind everyone – on the off chance that you’d forgotten – that nothing in the world of health insurance makes sense. Not. A. Single. Thing.]
Whatever 2018 brings (which I am sure will be more ups and downs – although hopefully more ups), nothing will be able to come close to the moment three weeks from now when Gavin gets his voice.
You always wonder what your child’s first word is going to be. Mom’s always hoping that “mama” is first, dad’s always hoping “dada” is first – and don’t get me started on the extended relatives! But when your child is non-verbal, the reality is you’ll take anything they can muster to say on any level.
My wife and I share “that look” across the kitchen. You know the one, the one that says “I’m sorry, were you talking? I’m not sure, I can’t hear you over… EVERYTHING!” That look. Do we resign ourselves to yet another unfinished conversation, or insist, again, on some respect for the fact that every now and again
Men have asked these questions for ages: What makes women tick? What is going on in their heads? What do they want? It can feel like matter how well you know your wife or significant other, you don’t always understand why they do what they do or have a clue what’s on their mind
Years ago, when Honey and I were first dating he lived in Hartford and I lived in Boston. We were forced to build our relationship on a foundation of late night phone calls and weekend visits. We would talk for at least an hour every night often until one of us would be ready to
My son is almost a carbon copy of his father. I love them both more than words can describe, but it also means that the things that irritate me about my husband are showing themselves in my son too. Needless to say we butt heads. Often. Most of our fighting is about his insistence on
