This is an interesting place to live. Jacob is rocking out in the den, thanks to a Jars of Clay DVD. He can’t just watch a concert. He sings. He shouts. He stands. He claps or raises his hands. It’s an interactive, aerobic adventure. And then there’s George. My fashionisto. I chuckled when he walked […]
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Subject line grab your attention? That’s what Nonnis calls its chocolate biscotti dipped in dark chocolate. People, you have no idea. I’m pretty sure this is what they’ll be serving in coffee shops in heaven. Speaking of tasty treats, if you’ve never tried Plocky’s Three Grain Tortilla Chips, you really should. Think Sun Chips meets
May is an interesting month for me. Sort of an emotional smorgasbord. I know what’s on the menu, but I still find myself surprised by the intensity of the flavors. May 5th is our anniversary. This year marked twenty-six years of marital monkeyshines. Get married, y’all. Then have a few kids. It’ll grow you up
The praise band meets before church each Sunday to run through the music, so I leave our house about 45 minutes before George and Jacob do. When they arrive, Jacob comes into the sanctuary and listens until time for Sunday school. I sit with my back to the congregation, but I can see the whole
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Me (sarcastically): I just love traffic! Jacob (sincerely): I just love Domino’s pizza and God.
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These have been an interesting couple of weeks. For starters, we spent Christmas in a Holiday Inn in downtown Mansfield, Ohio. We couldn’t have chosen worse timing for our departure for Ohio if we’d consulted a sadist at the weather bureau. The nasty winter weather joined us before we’d made it out of East Texas,
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We celebrated Thanksgiving in Dallas with twenty-two relatives. Good food. Good conversation. Good laughs. It was all good. After dinner my sister gathered everyone together and played a CD of her son’s band performing a song he wrote about Jacob–a song that snagged the attention of a record label rep when he heard it and
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The upper school students spent the whole day at a ropes course. Most of the activities were designed to encourage teamwork in overcoming obstacles. But toward the end of the afternoon, the course director offered the kids a chance at an individual challenge. At least several stories above the ground, a single board extended from
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A gentle rain fell like a misty curtain, unruffled by wind, unhurried and unhindered, folds and folds of liquid fabric soothing the wounds of a thirsty earth. We drove the roads toward home — Jacob and I — and song met mood met comment. Song: “Flood water rain crash down, soak the ground, still I
Today I sang It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood to Jacob. When I posed the melodic question, “Would you be mine?” he tried to rush away as he proclaimed he couldn’t remember what a “neighbor” was. Nice try, Jacob. Though I didn’t fall for his ruse, I generously offered to help him out with
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