The funny thing about life is that it can turn upside down in the blink of an eye. You think you know the person sleeping beside you, the rhythm of your days, the meaning behind every smile — until something small, almost silly, unravels it all.
For me, that moment began on a lazy Saturday morning, when my five-year-old daughter, Lily, came clomping into the kitchen in my wife’s high heels, lipstick smeared across her cheeks like face paint.
“Look, Daddy!” she chirped, spinning clumsily. “I look just like Mommy when she goes to see her friends!”
I grinned, sipping my coffee. “You sure do, sweetheart. But you might want to ask before using Mommy’s makeup next time.”Continue reading…
