I am less concerned about the midterm election outcome than I am about how people will react to that outcome the next morning.
This April marks 10 years since my wife and I went on our first date. Time has moved in such a fashion that it feels like I blinked and now it’s 2017.
For the next two weeks, I went to check on him every single night, documented my findings with photos and made captions. I called it “Toddler Tries a Bed.”
Moving my family to
an unlikely neighborhood has been the good kind of uncomfortable
I turned around and headed for the registers, passing by the chips, cookies, and -- wait a minute -- out of the corner of my eye was the candy aisle.
“How about that,” remarked my friend Sharon to Rose and I as we were heading out the door, balancing a toddler, diaper bag and empty serving bowl, “I think we managed to have some sort of an adult conversation today.”
Sometimes the journey makes you appreciate the destination that much more. I know many of us have received this advice, and it applies to so many situations: Becoming a bar/bat mitzvah, graduating college, navigating your first “real job” and things like what I experienced just last month -- traveling from Washington, D.C. to central Illinois with an 18-month-old.