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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A Bottle of Water and a Towel
Tuesday spent most of the day demanding answers, decisions, explanations, and time. Then the sun went down, the field lights came on, and for a couple of hours, all Dad needed to do was stand along the fence and watch.
When We Show Up
Sunday wasn't our best family day. Then I watched a group of boys fall four runs behind and refuse to quit on each other. Sometimes showing up matters most when things aren't going well.
The Half Facing the Fire
The forecast said upper 40s. The thermometer said 32. By the middle of the night, all six of us were gathered around one fire, warming whichever half happened to be facing it.
Shakedown
We broke camp at dawn. We survived. We were cold. Very cold. There are stories, but those can wait until I've slept somewhere with walls.
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.
Baseball Is Back, Baby
Dinner got a little burned, the family lesson went beautifully, and Dad woke up sick. But somewhere in between came the unmistakable sound of a baseball hitting a glove. Baseball is back, baby.
What a Day
We planned an adventure for Jacob's tenth birthday, called a few audibles along the way, and came home completely exhausted. Three times that weekend, he wrapped his arms around me and called it the best birthday ever. That's the score that matters.
Before the Birds
Tomorrow morning, before the birds are awake, four kids will climb into a van without knowing where they're going. Today is for finishing the work, packing the snacks, protecting a tradition, and getting ready to live the adventure we've spent so much time planning.

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