the StoryCorps van was parked outside of our office in Kentucky for a few weeks back in 2012
When we lived in SF, every Friday I would catch NPR’s StoryCorps on my way to work. It always happened as I was pulling into the driveway of our office, it always made me cry, and it always ruined my makeup.
This morning I am flying solo — no Paul, no kids (more on that later) — and I woke up to no milk and no coffee in the house. But instead of that being the freaking HUGE DISASTER it would normally be, I just threw on a sweater, jumped in the car, and drove to the store.
Small miracles.
As I pulled into the parking lot I heard the familiar dah dah dah dah DAH duh DAAAAAH StoryCorps intro music and braced myself for the tears.
But what followed was this gem, which totally made my Friday morning. Do yourself a favor and listen.
Enjoy.
P.S. The dad in this is COMPLETELY ON POINT with the hardest thing about being a dad (or parent).
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