Stories from a life being lived.
Fatherhood, family, faith, the occasional dumpster fire, and everything in between. Some days there's plenty to say. Other days, life gets in the way of writing about it.
Either way, pull up a chair. There's always another story.
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Maybe Next Year
I had an entire Halloween lesson planned. History, food, stew, bread, and a fire. We're not doing it. Sometimes being Dad means recognizing that the plan isn't what your family needs.
Because He Could
We never demanded straight As. He decided what he wanted, saw what he was capable of, and went after it. Yesterday, I got to sit in a gym and watch someone recognize him for it.
We All Needed to Get Outside
Two weeks of rain had all of us carrying around more pressure than we realized. The kids showed it one way. I showed it another. Sunday finally gave us somewhere to put it.
Waiting for the Furniture to Move
The boys are finding their rhythm, twelve spelling words became something worth celebrating, and ten minutes in the backyard turned into Dad and three sons playing catch. Now I just need the office furniture to start moving itself.
Twenty-Four Mondays
There are just under twenty-four weeks between today and the finish line for school. That's twenty-four Mondays filled with work, family, classes, baseball, changing spaces, and an overcrowded hat rack. But I don't have to carry all twenty-four today.
Finding the Rhythm
Order and rhythm are not quite the same thing. Somewhere between compressed workweeks, homework, school pictures, sports, classes, and three cups of coffee, our family is figuring out how this new season moves.
The Pitch
After 22 conversations with leaders across the organization, it was time to put an idea on the table. I don't know exactly where it goes from here, but sometimes believing in an idea means being willing to let other people challenge it.
In Between
The work is submitted. The grades will come when they come. The next classes are still locked. For a few days, tomorrow refuses to accept any work from me, leaving nowhere useful for my attention to go except today.
What They Need
There is a difference between seeing something and caring for it. A couple of new creatures in our house reminded me that stewardship begins with paying enough attention to understand that different living things need different things to thrive.
Halloween passed, the clocks changed, and one final baseball game unexpectedly became two. Then the lights came on, nine innings were played, and just like that, David's first fall baseball season was over