For sure. Not worrying. What’s done is done, said is said, and passed is passed.
Be here, present… With the kids. Don’t think about work, some people, whether I enjoy their company or not.. just here. On this loft floor next to Henry.
Asked kids what they want for dinner, they can’t agree. So, I declare DADDY LAW, and I decide.
Shit, I can’t decide.
Henry making me laugh, not letting me be far from him. “Dada….?” Making it clear, go nowhere.
Learning more. From them, Ms. Kerri, Dad and his writings…
Everything centralized, composing my rise.