Today I’m spending the afternoon the way I’ve spent many similar afternoons over the past 12 years — hanging out at the rink while my kid skates on the ice.
TWELVE YEARS? How is it even possible?
I’ve watched as he’s gone from those first tentative steps onto the ice to being able to zip, jump, and spin around the ice. From making my heart stop because …
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