Having daddy at home was so sweet. So bittersweet, I should say. Because although we benefitted from the extra time at home, we knew that a piece of daddy and a piece of our family’s life was missing.
Then there are nights when he rushes in the house as if he is on fire and asks if the kids are awake. When I say no his face drops and the disappointed is written all over him.
Dear Coach Daddy, I know you worry about me. I know you wonder if you’re doing alright at this Dad thing, if you’re gone too much, if you’re striking the perfect balance between work and family. But I just want to tell you something, Daddy. I love that you’re my dad. I ...