on nights i cannot sleep
the sound of another chance
Dear Myles, on nights I cannot sleep all the ways i’ve fallen short keep me awake i toss i turn i wonder if this bed be my casket this room my mausoleum and before I know it dark gives way to light i hear “daddy” and remember I have one more day to make it right Love, Daddy
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🥹🥹 beautiful (and relatable)
I had a supervisor who would often say about our work with clients if we feel like we messed something up, said the wrong thing, but I think it applies to most relationships, “It’s never too late to go back to that.” I think of this often in parenting.