Along Came Daddyhood

I love late nights. I am productive and creative and everything is quiet. This is a good thing.

But the inherent flaw with late nights is that they are late and morning always follows packing a potent punch.

Why do I only now realize what I want to do with this time late at night? I guess the arrival of perspective always has the companionship of regret.

Now, when there is a full family to love and interact with and when late at night is when I should be resting so I can ably do it all again tomorrow.

I guess what I’m really saying is that I shouldn’t have played so much Halo in college.