Finding a New Rhythm
Time did what it often does. It moved forward.
There were still hard conversations to be had—honest talks with my wife about what came next, about trust, about boundaries. Some days were civil. Some were sharp around the edges. We made practical decisions about our relationship and our future that were not easy, but were necessary.
In her world, the important things stayed constant.
She went back to drawing suns with smiles and sunglasses. She named every bug she found in the yard. She sang off-key in the mornings and asked big questions at night. Her laughter started coming more easily again.
And every time she reached for me, I was there.
To tie shoelaces.
To cut fruit into funny shapes.
To check under the bed for monsters.
To sit beside her when a dream rattled her awake.
Fatherhood Beyond Biology
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