Sitting in Reykjavik, suddenly missing my kids more than I can say.
Dads. Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making.
I recently made a decision to cancel a work trip that I look forward to every year because I’ve already been out of the country for two full weeks this year and I didn’t want to be away from my family again, and this post has made me so very, very glad I did. I’m even leaving this current trip a day early, and I cannot wait to see my kids and give them their Icelandic gifts and hug them so hard and tell them how much I love them so many times that they’ll be sick of it. And I’ll never stop.