Every evening I walk through the door and as soon as he lays his brown eyes on me he points and calls “Dada”. What generally follows (if he is out of the bath that is) is a run to me, arms open – I lift him up and he rests…
New Year, New Move!
A new year has dawned and along with it comes another overdue entry from myself. The thing is I haven’t really written anything here as I am enjoying living in my new fatherhood skin and just embracing all that comes with it and its experiences. I’m living it. My daughter…