Three thirty-eight. Over the years, I’ve slowly learned how to use, or at least appreciate, insomnia. For a parent, it provides a blessed calm in an otherwise scattered existence. This was, in fact, the first solitary moment I’d had in days. Fatherhood is, by definition, a matter of togetherness. Even when you step back from the kids—which one hopefully does due to exhaustion or good judgment—they are with you always.
