I love coffee shops. I always have and probably always will. From over-commercialized, over branded, overstocked retail-shelved Starbucks to second-hand furniture, sustainable cups and recycled baristas at hole-in-the-wall, unmarked, hipster hangouts, the wealth of memories and relationships I have cultivated at coffee shops are priceless. Because of this, when my father decided to make the …
There is something pretty darn satisfying about checking boxes.
Even though I’ve been taught relationships go far deeper than simply checking boxes and following routines, I still find myself going through the motions of what I think it means to be a good husband or father.
Tell Katie I love her. Check.
Take out the trash. Check.