My boys got up early on a Saturday to go run around and kick the football. They both came home sweaty and smiling.
This is a huge deal in our house for many reasons, but most of all because Daddy hasn’t had the energy for out of the house activities for a long, long time.
After cancer has not been as dreamy or easy as we had hoped; the pain and recovery and stress and anxiety and depression have taken their toll on all of us, but especially him. So when he tells his son to set his alarm because they are going to have a father-son day, it makes my heart sing. Hearing my son tell his dad “Thanks, daddy, that was really fun. What are we doing next?” gives me so much hope for our family’s future.