A Facebook friend messaged me and said, "I have never heard you speak poorly of their mother."
"You're quite astute," I replied. As a rule, I never speak badly about my ex-wife (or any ex).
I chose her.
The day has come for them to go home to their mother. We've done this every year for the past 13 years; you'd think it would get easier.
I'm still filled with sadness and heartache. But, I could focus on the great memories we created this past month.
Yea, let's do that.
"You don't get what you deserve in life; you get what you negotiate."
I said this to my oldest child in a conversation about her photography business. If you don't feel that you're getting paid enough, negotiate for a better rate next time.
Sometimes it may seem that you are wasting your life away, and you're going nowhere fast.
Most of my family and friends felt this way about me when I was younger. They thought I had so many talents that weren't being leveraged by working in a grocery store.
They weren't wrong. But they weren't right either.
"Hey! Hey! Hey baby!"
I'm witnessing my big girl get "hit on" for the first time in real-time.
We had arrived at the restaurant to eat dinner hours earlier. While we're patiently waiting in the car, I see another car park beside us slowly.
I'm writing this from Florida after a hellavu drive across the south.
We drove almost 12 hours and arrived late last night. We couldn't find anywhere to eat because "everyone in Florida" must be hungry at the same time.