goodmenproject.com - 04-15
There are times when just looking at my sons makes me crumble. And it’s usually for the smallest things. The expressions they make, how they try out new words, and how their voices still sound babyish. For those tenderest moments, they slay me. How they kiss me goodbye when I go away on trips, how they call me Daddy, or how they give me a real hug, their little arms squeezing me with all their might.