Author: Backpacking Dad

Sometimes when Erin really likes what she is eating she’ll crack a big smile then jut her chin forward and let out an "mmmMMMMM". But how am I supposed to tell the difference between those sincere exclamations and what I’m certain are the formalities she’s learned: even with a disgusted, scrunched up face, or lemon…

We sit at dinner, she across from I, she beside her, she demanding, her obliging, I laughing. We sit, I staring, she laughing, her wondering. We sit, I gazing, her adoring, she existing. We sit, she glancing, her peeking, I falling. We sit, I descending, she embracing, her indulging. We sit, and I am lost…

I just finished a ton of writing. More writing in one sitting than I’ve done in a long time…like, since last summer when I had to write a rough dissertation proposal. This wasn’t nearly as long, but I’m still tired. I won’t tell you why, just yet. You’ll just have to suffer–because I know you…