What will I tell them?
WARNING: Feeling fairly philosophical – this may get a bit prose-y  :-).
My twin daughters are just past 2 years old. They have another sister or maybe a brother joining them next year. And I’ve been thinking about what I will tell them.
About what? About everything. About life and death and pain and joy and hope and despair and the meaning of it all. Life comes comes at you pretty fast (thank your Ferris Bueller). It’s easy in the middle of being a husband and an employee and a father and a son and a citizen and another face on the planet to forget that we are written into the great Story of time. And it can’t be told without us.