I'll be honest. It sucked.
There is nothing you can do about certain things. You can't change other people.
And the funny thing is, when bad shit happens, you realize how lucky you are.
Truly. You count your f-ing blessings, and thank God your kids don't have Leukemia, weren't hit by a bus today, weren't gunned down in a school shooting, weren't born in Syria.
First thing I did this morning was open the refrigerator, see the unopened carton of milk that was about to expire, and think about Samuel, who used to drink a half gallon a day. Now no one drinks the milk. Or the Hershey's syrup.
I made myself a glass of chocolate milk and thought about how wonderful Samuel is, and how lucky I am to be his dad.
I have two book announcements coming out this week. 2018 is going to be a big year. I like to downplay it, but writing picture books means the world to me. I am the luckiest man in the world to write picture books.
It was 60 degrees and sunny. I went for a quick run on my lunch hour. I ran a half-mile in 2:54. All this stress has made me lose weight. The happy side effect is that I'm in pretty good shape again.
This afternoon I saw the first Mister Softee truck of the year. I thought about Samuel again. I had a black-and-white milkshake.
Tonight I talked to my mom and dad. Can I tell you what I know about my life? I am loved unconditionally.
Can I tell you something else? Samuel and Ethan are loved unconditionally.
I am sad, but I am blessed.