Author: Backpacking Dad

I don’t quite remember when Erin started giving hugs voluntarily instead of out of self-defense as her mom or I tried to squeeze her joy into the world. And I don’t remember when she started running up to us and hugging our legs just below the knees. There was a gap, a long period in…

This is the most awkwardly expressed post I can remember writing. I know that because I’ve trashed four versions of it. It’s important that I say what I’m saying, but I just don’t know how to do it properly, so I end up writing incoherent, babbling, sentences that are barely related to each other. Ever…

This is why we never buy toys. Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T