My boy and I on the beach.
I've heard it said that one thing people on their death bed don't say is they wish they had spent more time in the office. Since my son was sixth months old I've not been in an office. Instead I've had the great honour and pleasure to be his main carer, a stay-at-home dad, house husband - whatever you'd like to call it. I have been given a thing so precious - the opportunity to spend time with my boy, watch him grow, play with, teach and be there for him. I can say I know my son. The person I have to thank for this is my beautiful wife, bread-winner and still a much better cook than I.
Darling, I am indebted to you.
One thing you can't recycle is time.
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