I look at Olivia. Running around wildly. Climbing things. Jumping from chair to chair while giggling. Chasing the dogs who she might hug or she might try to ride whether they like it or not. I see her look like more bruises than child at times. She’s clumsy, fearless, always in motion. I look at her, and I see so much of who I was as a child. As a teenager, I was never in trouble (save for my smart mouth—shocking, I know.), but, as a kid, it was a whole different story. I see that kid sometimes when I look at her. I see another me, and I think of all of the things I did as I got older and able to get into more trouble on my own, and I think, “Oh crap. I better make sure I review our homeowner’s insurance and see if it’s up to date.”
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I'm Craig. I've got a wife and a kid and a far too familiar relationship with Tumblr's Reply button.I'm not as cool as you, but that's ok. I know you love me just the way I am.
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