HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUBY!!

Daddy Loves You.

The day finally arrived.

For those of you who know me, you know children are my life.

I’m not a good man.
I’m not a nice man.

My life was saved when I met my darling wife.
I kiss the water she walks on.
She also hates it when I say it…but she doesn’t read my Substack, so…
Neener.

As much as I love being a husband,…nothing compares to being a father.

Nothing.

I became a professional because of my kids.
I tell stories because of my kids.
I’ve willingly gone through hell multiple times for my kids.
I’m on Substack because of my kids.

Ruby is my baby.
Our last child.
Number 13.
She came last…because if she was born first, she would be an only child.

At the same time, I think she’s the child I deserve.

Ruby turned seven today.
Seven, going on 45.
Powerful brain, tender heart.
Dishes out sarcasm like a veteran.
(It’s the Buckley love-language)

Why am I telling you all this?

Because for some reason today, I was reminded of who I am, what I believe, and the conviction of why Life of Fiction exists.

…it’s about the children.
Mine.
Yours.

All of the children.
Everywhere.

Thank you, Ruby.
For reminding me about why being a dad & storyteller is so important.
For reminding me that being disagreeable in public, to be the dad you need…is the right path.
For telling me I’m “the cool dad”, even when I don’t feel it.
For…being you.

Happy Birthday