“Mom calls to me “Go, Tommy, Go!!!”
And I instantly know that every single time I have cheered for him, with pride, from the sidelines, camera in hand, he has heard me. And known how much he is loved.
And I smile. And decide that I should share it.
And I’m thankful that Tommy’s friends will know why my heart is bursting with pride. And that they’ll be glad I shared
And then, after typing all this, I hear Peter, singing along with wreckless abandon in the basement, “M-I-C-K-E-Y…M-O-U-S-E!!!”
And I know that Tommy has the best dad in the whole wide world.