Showing Up Messy as a Dad

B to three daughters taught me something nobody warns you about.

That first morning I woke up to my youngest asleep with our new puppy, both of them peaceful

on the couch, I realized I had no idea how to do pigtails. My middle daughter

needed her hair done for ballet class, standing there in her pink tutu with

complete faith I'd figure it out. I watched a dozen tutorials while she ate breakfast.

The braid came out crooked but she wore it proudly. Now my oldest draws temporary tattoos

on her sisters before we go out, and honestly, those chaotic restaurant dinners where they're

all talking over each other have become my favorite moments. People always ask