Proud Father V0 13 0 Easter Westy Apr 2026

Outside, the light was fading into a cold, clear evening. Somewhere a blackbird sang—a late song, almost surprised at itself.

But because I was finally, fully, present for the thing that mattered. proud father v0 13 0 easter westy

I paused. Honest answer? I don’t know anymore. I was raised with the resurrection story—the stone rolled away, the empty tomb. Now I’m something vaguer. A hopeful agnostic. A father who wants his son to have wonder without walls. Outside, the light was fading into a cold, clear evening

“It’s about new things,” I said finally. “About things that were sleeping… waking up.” proud father v0 13 0 easter westy

Outside, the light was fading into a cold, clear evening. Somewhere a blackbird sang—a late song, almost surprised at itself.

But because I was finally, fully, present for the thing that mattered.

I paused. Honest answer? I don’t know anymore. I was raised with the resurrection story—the stone rolled away, the empty tomb. Now I’m something vaguer. A hopeful agnostic. A father who wants his son to have wonder without walls.

“It’s about new things,” I said finally. “About things that were sleeping… waking up.”