I used to read every Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Mad Magazine issue from cover to cover.
Pondering the use of character development and the writing styles of the great authors of my generation, I spent many an hour devouring every good book I could get my hands on while reflecting with Ang on the joys of reading.
These days? Georgie and the Robbers passes as fine literature.
And I wouldn't have it any other way. Rakes smiled from ear to ear tonight as we read this thing for roughly the 1,248th time and begged me to read it again.
I've learned as a parent that our greatest moments don't always happen with trophies, awards, and applause.
They happen when your little boy is almost asleep, curled up in your lap, and all he wants is his Dad, a book, and not to have to brush his teeth before going to bed.
Like I told him, 2 out of 3 ain't bad.
3 days ago