Departure / Arrival

One of the toughest things to do as a dad is leave in the morning to go to work. Work, the place where you know you're going to waste away doing pretty much nothing productive for most of your life. Just punching a clock and trying to feel like somehow this is all worth it in some crazy way. Then you remember you can't buy food without money and you can't get money without a job and you just lean back and let loose a big sigh.

But then one of the best things to do as a dad is come home from work. That crappy day is behind you, it's in the past (stop living there) and here, right in front of you is the reason you grin and bear it. How awesome is that?