As a kid, my mouth was so pure that I blushed every time I heard Winnie the P–h’s last name. My lips were immaculate, raunch-free, pristine. That record has been broken all apart now. I just said … what I’d just said … to my baby girl, my little Firefly. And she heard it with both ears. And it broke her.
I’m sorry, little Firefly. I should have protected you from this. I’m your father. I should have done more to steer you away from everything that led you into this place. That was my job, and I didn’t do it right. But I will be here with you, Honey. Mom will be here, too. We will make it through this, and you will be incredible.
Sharing the real-life struggles of parenthood; searching for an honest, open faith; and savoring joy wherever it might be found