I’m someone who tries to not focus much on the regrets in my life. And maybe this isn’t exactly a regret. But I sure wish I could go back in time to my 20-year-old self and show him what it’s like to have your infant child nap on your chest for an hour. That is the real deal. If something like that doesn’t change you…well, you’re beyond changing.
I also wanted to share another picture of the boy, Emmett. It’s gratuitous, isn’t it? Sue me.
