Starting a story about leaving home for a long time . . .
Why had I not screwed up when I was single?
I was up early, my wife and three sons were still asleep. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. With cup in hand I walked through the house, taking everything in. I made sure my bag was packed and by the front door.
Why had I not screwed up before I had a family?
I looked in on my boys as they slept. Nathan, my youngest, just turned four. He had been my constant companion for over a year. I looked at him, memorizing all of his features. His words, “I love Daddy” imprinted on my mind and soul.
Why had I not screwed up before I had learned to love?