Sitting with my boy on the couch each morning, shortly after 7 a.m., feeding him a bottle of formula and watching television together is, for now, the purest little joy of my existence. I write this now so I remember it when he's become a nasty little asshole in his teenage years.
Posted by Ryan at June 21, 2010 09:44 AM | TrackBackI do this often when I'm spending time with my boys.
Posted by: Erik at June 25, 2010 05:06 PM
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