I don’t know if it was such a smart thing to do, this “getting kids” thing. I’m not thinking about the lack of sleep, the early mornings, the tantrums. I’m not even thinking about the adolescences where you see your young people do stupid stuff with zero consequence analysis and just because you said not to it.

No, I’m thinking of the love. This bottomless love you feel for your child, it’s magnitude so huge it hurts.

Seeing our boys growing up and realizing that they soon are no-longer yours (not that they ever were) and they be off. Off into their own world to conquer and explore. It hurts.

What do I do? What do I do with all the love?