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There are things that just change the way you live… Moving, new jobs, getting married… These are change a lot of things, but kids… seem to have the power beyond them all. I’d always wanted to be a dad, but 12 months about I had no idea what it would actually mean. Sure I expected […]
Read MoreBet you’ve never seen a banana hold a monkey before.
Read MoreThere’s a beautiful spiritual connection between fathers and son. Every son, whose dad is around, wants to be like his dad some how. I did. My dad was a cop. He stood for what was right. He was honest. He had guns. He hunted. He was handy. He was a manly man. I still want […]
Read MoreEvery morning while I get dressed, Isaac crashes out on our bed. Between the smells of mom and dad and the most comfortable t-shirt sheets in the world, he sleeps really well right there for the few minutes he’s there.
Read More“New Crosspoint promotions to feature Creative Director’s son.” Just kidding. But, I bet he’d draw in a few.
Read MoreThis evening after we both came home from work and before I had to jet out to rehearsal… (did I just use the term “jet?” Hey the 50’s called… they want their slang back!) we were sitting on the bed and Angie was holding Isaac. She said, “I don’t remember what he was like when […]
Read MoreCLICK FOR TODAY’S PICTURES It’s 11:43 on DAY 100. It’s been a crazy 3 months, 10 days, 11 hours, 13 minutes since Isaac was born. In 100 days, we’ve seen quite a bit of emotion. We’ve come to know grace in new ways. We’ve been able to share our story with quite a few people […]
Read MoreIf you didn’t know, I’m have another blog… it’s called ISAAC365. It’s a daily photo of my son. It looks like this: I know, I know… “Another one of those ‘pictures of your kids’ blogs.” NO! Well, Yes. But, there’s a reason. About 14 months ago, we were told that the only way we could […]
Read MoreThere’s always been something to me about thunderstorms. It’s crazy to me, but every time it dumps buckets, Angie wants to watch Twister. I would rather just listen to it. There’s a peaceful nature to the tink of the drops hitting the vent cap of the fireplace. A refreshing smell that overtakes all other senses […]
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