My son's mom sent me a new photo today. He's got my jaw. Same stubborn set to it. Kid doesn't even know I exist and I already see myself in him. That's a strange kind of weight to carry — being proud of someone you've never held.
My son's mom sent me a new photo today. He's got my jaw. Same stubborn set to it. Kid doesn't even know I exist and I already see myself in him. That's a strange kind of weight to carry — being proud of someone you've never held.