
Being a dad. It’s the hardest, most thankless, most glorious gig in the world. Every bleary-eyed stumble down the hallway at 3 a.m., every banana mashed into the upholstery, every inexplicable, logic-defying meltdown in the cereal aisle—each of these little brutalities is repaid in full the second those tiny arms wrap around your neck and hold on like you’re the center of gravity itself.









