Published by admin on Wed, 08/02/2023 - 10:11am
I was doing great.
Two years ago, about this time of year, we were getting ready to take our older son, Levi to the University of Northern Iowa for his freshman year of college.
I am a notorious weeper, but in the early morning hours of that day, sitting by myself reading the paper, I felt good, even confident.
All it took was for Levi to walk into the kitchen. Instantly, I started to fall apart. It wasn’t Field-of-Dreams bad (“Dad? Wanna have a catch?”), but it wasn’t pretty.