Every day is a new challenge.  I have a cold and don’t feel well. I can use that as an excuse or see it as a challenge. It’s my choice. The same goes with missing my children.  I can either cry or do something productive with the pain.  I choose the latter.  I’ve cried enough.

I search for them all the time. I find the little snippets that I can. I’m still a father!

I’m blessed to have found such a strong and beautiful new wife. As crazy as her children are, I’m thrilled to be called a step-father by them. It’s been a very long road and I carry a lot of scares.  But I won’t let my ex win. I still walk tall with my dignity intact.

Now, if I can keep telling myself all that, maybe I’ll start to believe it one day.