9 years ago, your mother and I started a little fire and you have burned my forest down. I don't remember being a man who wasn't your daddy. Alone, by myself, left to my own devices, I am not a very good man but you make me better. I want to teach you things. I want to tell you about the things I have read in books and show you the paintings that change what seeing means. I want to be an umbrella. I want to be glue. I want to crack your head open and let the sky flood in.I'd like to reveal that I am, in fact, Black Hockey Jesus.
But really that's just because he writes so damn well. And our kids were born the same week. And so I wish I'd written something this awesome for my kid's birthday.