Some supporters have been very candid with me about what motivates them, and I’d like to share a bit in return about what it all comes down to for me. Unsurprisingly, it’s pretty much the same thing.
As tiring and difficult as fatherhood may be, I’d give up a thousand nights with the most beautiful women in the world just to keep my children in my arms. Call me beta or omega, and I don’t even care when I’m with these little ones. But on the other hand, those who get between me and my children are worth less to me than the scum that washes out with the tide.
It is a Sunday, and my daughter and her chicken puppet suggested this verse:
Matthew 23:37
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!
–Jesus H. Christ
It’s good to be back in the fight. I credit the babies. They always come through.
