Tahquamenon Falls State Park
If anyone wants to hire me, Iāve really got my finger on the pulse of middle-aged white guys trying to get their hair cuts at the least busy time of day who end up all going at the same time.
Twelve years ago, we took our then kindergartener for pancakes before her first day of school. Today, weāre celebrating her graduation from high school and, like all parents, dumbfounded in the realization that our child has become an adult right under our noses. We couldnāt be more proud.
Hard for me to believe that today is my daughterās very last regular day of high school ever. Her mother and I tried not to overthink it as we had breakfast together but I did insist on a photo.
My new routine: Every day, when my daughter is gone at school, my brain forces me to face the fact that her being gone will soon be my new normal.
I hate this new routine.
I think itās time for a haircut when I start looking like Egon Spengler from The Real Ghostbusters cartoon.
Even though this is a dark time, Iāve been thinking about how we need to continue making light.
A lie that darkness uses to scare us is that itās tangible but really, itās nothing but a lack of light. Light can reach. Light can touch.
Darkness cannot drive out light.
