It was a rough day and I was worried I might not have anything.
But Adam got out of bed, which isn’t suppose to happen and I was ushering him back to bed and he said “daddy, hold me”.
His room has a large chair so I curled up with him. Then I did something odd, I talked to him about stuff that was on my mind. It was comfortable even though he began playing with his hands. But it was therapeutic on some level.