He has a long way to go, and so do I.
The older I get the more I realize my frustrations are never rooted in his inadequacy or lack of effort.
It is telling the difference between my son, and the mirror that has become the greatest balancing act I have ever encountered.
My hope is that he becomes a far greater version of me.
The flaws of his father that he may possess: may he conquer and destroy them all.
Azariah....