I thought I was the adult in charge. Then Sara arrived. A single dad’s confession about sleepless nights, sore arms, and being happily owned by a tiny dictator.
A Personal Blog and Journal by a Single Father on Late Fatherhood, Surrogacy, and the Bond with His Baby Daughter
I thought I was the adult in charge. Then Sara arrived. A single dad’s confession about sleepless nights, sore arms, and being happily owned by a tiny dictator.