This allows me the space to be aware of my feelings, to feel those feelings. I sit with them and allow them to be. Not always there, but more so than most, I guess. In the past, I would be ashamed that I, as a man, would cry and laugh too easily, too openly. Wearing my heart on my sleeve. This is not masculine. I was labeled “sensitive” and “emotional”. As years go by, I learned to suppress my feelings, as if they were demons. However, that did not feel right by me. So I allowed my feelings to emerge, slowly and in a calculated manner. When they showed up, I embraced them. I loved them. I gave them a voice. Then, I could feel others too. This ability to feel has helped me to be a better version of myself. Be it as a husband to my wife. A son to my mother. A father to my son. A brother to my siblings. A friend to strangers. So this book gives glimpses into our lives. Our feelings. Our journey.